The morning after, he delicately kissed me on the neck as I woke up. The kiss was beautiful and sort of tickled.
"Morning," I yawned as his arms engulfed me once again. I had become all too familiar with that position - and at first I liked it - I turned to face him.
"You, look good enough to eat," he whispered in my ear. Why hadn't he eaten me already? I mean, he repeatedly insisted that I would make the perfect meal. I had never seen him so weak. I had never seen him so aroused. Of course I had to use his state of mind to my advantage and so I decided that I would tease him. He was so desperately trying to kiss me, but I wouldn't let him. I wanted him to work for it.
He must've realised that I wasn't going to give in easily, and so he got out of the bed and headed out of the bedroom. Even the thought of him leaving me made me sick, it made my heart ache. I needed him, and I was convinced that he needed me. I was overcome by a spell of relief when he returned to the room 10 minutes later with:
A mug of tea (2 sugars);
A glass of milk - for the tea of course;
A slice of toast, with a knife and about a tablespoon of butter on the side;
and some scrambled eggs.
I assumed the light breakfast was for me, but I didn't get too excited - knowing how unpredictable Callum could be. He brought the breakfast tray over to me, but for all I knew, he could've been carrying the tray towards me, with the intention of scoffing the food himself. A good 10 seconds passed before I finally accepted the breakfast was for me and sat up to take it.
"Thank you." I said to him, my mouth stiff from trying to conceal my smile. I began to eat the breakfast as he climbed back into bed from the other side. Sure enough it was just egg, tea and toast, but it was bloody good egg, tea and toast - beautiful egg, tea and toast. I sat and ate my breakfast, as he watched me. We didn't speak while I ate, although we did converse with our eyes.
When I had finally finished eating (and drinking), Callum snatched the tray off my lap before I could lift a finger myself. He placed the tray on the side table.
I sighed.
He leaned in towards me and looked deep into my eyes. I couldn't help myself, I couldn't tease him any longer - so I gave him what he wanted. I kissed him. I wish I hadn't now, I wish I had shown some restraint.
The day passed by pretty slowly. I was extremely nervous for the evening ahead. Yet, Callum was still as cool as a frozen cucumber.
Evening came. We both started to get ready. During the day, I assured Callum numerous time that we had to arrive at my parents' for 7:30pm on the dot. Not a minute late, or a minute early. If we were late my mum would think Callum didn't care, but if we were early, she'd think Callum was way too keen. We left Callum's at exactly 7:04, because our TomTom told us it would take 22 minutes to get to my parents' house and I had to leave a 2 minute margins for us to enter the car, exit the car and walk to my parents' door.
'Ding, dong!'
The door was opened without so much as a second of hesitation, almost as if she, my mother, was sat by the door waiting for us.
"Ah, just on time." she growled, almost disappointed - "Come in."
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"She's dead!"
Fiksi Umum"She's deeaaaaaaad!"... I hear her screech. I'm not dead, not yet anyway, although, he has taken my life. He has burned out every last spark within me, devoured any remaining ounce of hope. I am nothing, so I suppose I am better off dead.
