“Yeah, she’s sleeping now. Yeah. Haha, no. I can get her to call you in the morning. Yeah. Okay? Okay. Good night, ma’am.” There was a pause. I was now being lifted, and carried. “Come on, Macy. Come sleep with us,” Callum whispered, pushing my body against his warm chest. “Where are we going?” I asked, rubbing my eyes. “Shh, go back to sleep.” Callum said, letting out a small laugh. I was put down gently on the bed, being undressed. I yawned, clinging onto Callum’s arm. “Let me get undressed,” He whispered, and I let go, mumbling something to myself. The bed sunk back down, and Macy was one the bed, lying between the middle of us. “This isn’t going to work.” Callum said and I giggled. “Come here Macy,” I mumbled as Macy moved in front of my body, so now I was against Callum. “Much better,” He whispered, kissing my cheek before wrapping his arms around my waist. I covered Macy in blankets and turned around to face Callum. “Good night Callum, I love you.” I whispered, my lips gently brushing against his. He went cold, but I was too tired to look at him. I snuggled my head in his chest and fell back asleep.
Callum’s point of view.
“Good night Callum, I love you,” Isabella whispered. I stared at her, feeling confused. “Isabella, wake up. Wake up now.” I said, shaking her. She didn’t even move. I groaned, laying my chin on the top of her head. I pushed her closer to me, making sure she would feel safe. I sighed, finally getting to sleep.
Isabella’s Point of View.
I woke up, yawning. Callum wasn’t next to me. I began to panic until I heard his laugh from the kitchen. I grinned, getting up and walking to the kitchen. “Isabella’s totally going to get you when she wakes up and sees you. Don’t blame me.” Callum said. Who was he talking to? He laughed once more. I walked out into the living room to see Callum sitting at the island on a stool. On the chair next to him was Macy. She had her paws propped up on the table, and was looking at Callum. “Look,” he whispered to her. Macy turned around, facing me now. I laughed, running up to the chair, hugging her. “She’s so cute!” I giggled as she licked my face. Callum laughed again, and I noticed him half naked, sitting in the chair, reading a newspaper and drinking coffee. His chest moved up and down, and I couldn’t help but take a peek at the six pack and toned muscles. Before I knew it, it was quiet. I looked up at Callum, to see him gazing back at me. He looked down, giving the newspaper attention once again, but trying to hide a smile. It quickly faded away. “Isabella?” Callum said, putting the paper down, and faced me. “Yes, Callum?” I replied, walking over to the fridge, grabbing the first thing I saw. “Yesterday night. You said something to me. I just want to make sure you remember it.” I paused for a second, and shook my head.
“Damn, when you fall asleep, you’re out cold.” Callum muttered, and I couldn’t help but laugh. I sat on the island next to Callum, my legs kicking off the end. “What happened?” I asked, eating an apple. “You really don’t remember?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. I hesitated before shaking my head. “All I remember was that you said you loved me.” I told Callum. He looked at me wide eyed. “What the hell are you talking about?!” He said, putting bass in his voice. “That’s what you said, right?” I said, looking at him, confused. “No!” He said, flailing his arms in the air. “But, you did say it!” I said back. “No, you said it!” He said. I gasped. “I’d never!” I shouted, jumping off the island and putting my hands on my hips. Callum got up, towering over me. “Now, why wouldn’t you say it?!” He demanded. “Because, it’s not true!” I screamed at him. His jaw dropped. I knew I made a mistake. I opened my mouth to speak, but then the doorbell rang. “I’ll get it,” I whispered, walking away quickly. Callum still stood in the same place, his head hung low. The door rang again. “Coming!” I yelled, opening the door. I stopped, looking at the man in front of me. His eyes were red, his face was pale. He looked frail, and you could tell he was tired. “Chase?” I whispered, and he looked into my apartment. He could see Callum now looking right back at him. Callum still had no shirt on, but had on boxers. Chase flinched, and looked back down at me. “Isabella?” He said, and I moved closer to him, hugging him. He smelled the same, the smell I knew and loved. “Come in,” I whispered, letting Chase back into the house.
“I just came to get the rest of my stuff,” He said honestly. I leaned against my room’s doorframe, watching Chase pack his clothes. “So, how are you doing?” I asked him. He looked at me as if I was being sarcastic. “Seriously.” I added. “I got my own apartment, but it’s lonely, so I don’t really stay so much.” He said, forcing a smile on his face. “Oh.” I said, sounding stupid. Chase just nodded. “Do you want to stay for dinner?” I asked, and he shook his head. “I really shouldn’t.” He said, standing up and grabbing the back. “Why not? Is it because—“ Chase stopped me. “I’ll be late for my flight.” He whispered. “What do you mean?” I asked, staring at him. “My mother’s really sick. Nobody's able to watch over her. By morning, I’ll be in Ocala.” He said, smiling. Ocala, Florida. Where Chase’s parent’s resided, it was a beautiful place. “Want to know the worst part?” He asked as his smile dropped. “What?” I whispered.
