As I sat uncomfortably on the chair I looked at the coffee table, remembering the countless pizza boxes and redbox movies we’d stacked on it. Calum sat across from me on the worn out couch, looking at me with big eyes.
"I know I screwed up," I sighed. "If that’s what you called me over to tell me, you’re wasting your breath. I made a huge mistake."
"That’s it? You know you made a mistake and still you ignored me for months?" He started quiet, but his voice grew to a shout. "You were mine!"
"You we’re gone, Cal!" I retorted. "You’d been gone for months, only bothering to call me once a week! What was I supposed to do? Sit in your apartment and hope you were still interested in me when you came back? Why can’t I have a life outside of performing?" Two rising stars in love is a recipe for disaster and we both knew it.
"You could have a life, you think I didn’t want you to have a life?" Calum grimaced. He paused, then stood up and yelled, running his hands through his hair. "But you didn’t have to take him to bed!"
"I’m sorry, I fucked up, alright?" I said, tears welling in my eyes. "I’m so sorry."
"Don’t cry, please, don’t cry," He sighed, walking around the table and sitting beside me. "You know I could never handle it when you cried. God, I just.."
I wiped away the tears before they could fall and looked at him with apologetic eyes. “I still love you, you know.”
"Don’t." He said quickly, pressing his lips to mine. He whispered against my mouth, "I don’t want to know that, babe."
He kissed me harder, holding me by my waist and pulling me into his lap. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging a big at the back before resting my hands on his shoulders. He slid his grip down under my ass and lifted me up as he stood, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. We’d done this a hundred times.
He took me to his room as I moved my kisses to his neck, letting him sit down on the bed. I straddled him, pushing him down and pulling his shirt over his head. I planted little wet kisses on his tan chest, hearing his airy breaths.
I moved my lips up his jaw line, asking quietly, “You’re sure you want to do this? Even though you hate me?”
He grabbed me abruptly, flipping us over so that he hovered over me. He pulled off my shirt as well and kissed my forehead, “Y/n, we both know i could never hate you.”
We made our way up the bed as we stripped down to nothing. I laid my head back against the pillow, feeling Calum’s every movement on top of me as he moved his hands down my body. He ran his fingers down my thigh then back up, causing me to tremble with anticipation. I moaned, “Do something, please.”
"Well, since you asked nicely," He smirked, moving his hand between my legs and rubbing up and down from my clit to my entrance.
"More," I begged as he sucked at my neck. He responded with a chuckle and dipped a finger inside of me, pumping it in and out a few times before adding another as he hardened against my thigh.
He put one of his knee between mine to spread my legs a bit, then nibbled at my earlobe and whispered, “A little bit more, baby.”
I spread my legs further, my body involuntarily moving under his as he positioned himself. He slipped his fingers between mine, pinning my hands on the pillow on each side of my head. “Fuck, I miss this,” He groaned, thrusting into me.
I arched my back, pressing my chest against him as he found the perfect rhythm. I rocked my hips against his, moaning quietly against his skin as I nuzzled my face into his neck.
"Are you close?" He asked, going slower and deeper.
"Mhm," I whimpered.
"Look at me," He said, then looked into my eyes for a second before kissing me again. He quickened his thrusts once more and I melted around him, blanking out and forgetting everything but him.
"Calum," I moaned, grasping his hands tighter and starting to regain myself just as he finished.
He pulled out of me and rested down, using my chest as a pillow.
"For the record, I still love you too."
