Dance For Me

Russel

*Cassidy POV*

"Cass, baby girl?" Corbyn yells from his kitchen.

I'm sat in one of his large shirts, with nothing on underneath.

Ever since he asked me to be his girlfriend, we've been almost inseparable. The only time we've been apart is when he's doing stuff for Indefinite. He's always watching me on main from his usual spot at the railing, he's even refused to let me do private dances, but when I do, he's waiting right outside the door.

I've been staying at his condo most nights, Calum doesn't like it because they still haven't gone out for that drink but I told Calum he could interrogate Corbyn sometime soon.

"Cassidy?" Corbyn places his warm hand on my throat from behind me on the couch.

"Yes?" I tilt my head back to look him in his stormy eyes.

Corbyn's wet hair is cling to his forehead from our recent shower. His chest is still bare, showing off the cross necklace around his neck. His black sweatpants hang low on his hips, showing clearly that he's got no boxers underneath.

"I've been calling you, is your movie that good?" Corbyn bends down and softly kisses my lips. He bites onto my bottom lip, pulling it slightly before letting it go.

"Don't kiss me like that, I'm still sore" I pout but Corbyn chuckles

"I'll go easier on you next time, I promise-"

"Whoa whoa, I didn't say that" I cut off his hasty remark

"I know you like it rough" He kisses the corner of my mouth, smirking lightly. "Come eat, I made some pasta"

Corbyn grabs ahold of my hand as I stand. He guides me around the couch before pulling me into his side. He kisses the side of my head as we walk to his kitchen. I sit down on the counter top as Corbyn chuckles, shaking his head.

He hands me a bowl of pasta before hopping on to the counter beside me.

As we eat, we sneak glances at each other and I feel like we're two young teenagers in love. As if we're in some sort of romance movie, and I never want this feeling to end.

"Your phone is ringing, for the ninth time within the last two hours. Are you going to answer it?" Corbyn slides over my phone and I see Calum's name, for the ninth time.

"We're eating, I don't want to be rude"

"Cass, the first few times we were having sex, the next few we were in the shower. No more excuses, what if somethings wrong?" Corbyn pleads and suddenly an uneasy feeling sets in, he'd never call this much for no reason.

I shove my bowl into Corbyn's hand and I quickly answer the call before it disconnects. I can already tell somethings wrong, just by the way Calum is breathing.

"Calum, what's wrong? Is gramma okay?" My mind immediately goes to the old woman who I haven't seen all week.

"Grams is okay" Calum's voice is shaky. "Have you gotten any calls from any weird numbers today?"

I hop off the counter, pacing back into the living room. The sounds of plates hitting the counter let me know that Corbyn is following me.

"No, just from you. What's going on?" My hands begin to shake as the fear in Calum's voice lets me know I should be worried.

If Calum is scared, I know it's not good.

"I, uh- I got a call from the penitentiary. He's getting out tomorrow-"

That's all I have to hear before my body turns to jelly. My phone falls from my hand, and I watch it hit the marble floor but I don't hear the sound. I look up to Corbyn, whose mouth is moving but not a word is heard.