“Isabella? Callum? I made you guys some tea.” My mother said. I quickly tried escaping from Callum, but he wouldn’t stop fumbling with my pants. “Stop. It’s my mom!” I hissed in his ear. He quickly got up, finding his pants and shirt, also tossing me my top. I threw it on quickly. “Hold on mom!” I called out to her. She opened the door anyway, and Callum pulled his shirt down just in time. I looked at his hair. It was sticking up a bit, not too bad. I looked at mine from the mirror. Not too bad. “Uh, sorry for barging in like that, I just, uh, wanted to make sure you two were okay.” I looked down, my cheeks turning red. “Thanks mom,” I said, taking two cups from her and she glared at Callum. He looked down, and I sighed. My mom walked out the room, closing the door behind her. “Here,” I said to Callum, giving him the cup. He thanked me quietly, and we sat there in an awkward silence. Whatever feelings I had for him, needed to stop now. “I—I’m sorry Isa-“ Callum started. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t stop you.” I said, shaking my head. “Can we, uh, talk now? Nothing like that ever happening anymore?” He promised. I nodded. I wanted it to happen again, so badly. “Okay.” He said, putting the cup down and leaning back against my bed frame. I sat on my bed, but on the other side, far away from Callum. He frowned, but as soon as I was going to say something, his face went neutral. “I just want to know, when the first time you, you know. Kissed me. When we were arguing… Did you mean everything you said?” I whispered. “I don’t remember which part you’re talking about?” He questioned. “When you said, ‘I loved you since day one’,” I muttered. He gulped. “It’s okay if you say no, I understand.” I told him, expecting no. It would hurt me, but what could I expect? It’s Callum Edwards we’re talking about here. I looked away, feeling tears swell up in my eyes. “It was true.” He said loud and clear. “I—I—“ I stuttered. “Would you like me to repeat it for you? Anything to get you to believe it.” I shook my head fast. “I’m sorry.” I quickly apologized. “Do you know where your father is? I didn’t see his car outside and—“ I cursed under my breath. “He died. Three years ago.” Tears already sprung from my eyes. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know—“ I stopped him. “It’s fine. Why would you know? I’ve just recently found you again.” I wiped my eyes. He looked taken back by my comment, and pain flooded his eyes. “Come here.” He said, pulling me into a hug. I cried even more now. He sighed, running his hands through my hair, resting my head against his chest. He put my head on the pillow, facing my body the other way. I was still crying. I was shivering. I looked to see him getting up. He grabbed my hoodie from off the floor, and took his own shirt off. I put my head back down, wiping my eyes. He sat me up a bit, throwing the hoodie over my head. He laid my head bag against his warm bare chest now. My crying stopped slowly. Callum just lay in bed with me, holding me and humming a song. I yawned, looking up at him. He gave me a cheeky grin, and I closed my eyes, falling asleep quickly. Not before feeling something warm against my lips and someone whispering, “I love you,” into my ear.
