No Shame •C.H•

"It was kinda on my vision board for this weekend.

"I wanna ask you to be my girlfriend."

Calum's heart is beating so fast, he might as well be having a heart attack. Those pools of ocean of hers widen, making Calum think this might be a mistake. Didn't she want this? Wasn't she trying to lure him to ask the question she already knew? Was she just messing with him? Has he been reading this all wrong?

God damn actresses and their acting. This is what he gets for jumping into a relationship so quickly. He never does that, why did he think now, with Fiona fucking Rivers of all people, he should start?

'Say something. Say something. Say something. Say something,' Calum's head's spinning.

"Then why don't you?" Fiona whispers.

He gulps, not quite believing his circumstances, "Cause I'm not sure I wanna do that to you. Even if you do say yes, I don't think it'll be real."

She laughs. And out of all responses Calum could get, laughing at him was at the bottom of that list. Once again, he can't find himself able to make eye contact with her.

The actress moves one of her hands off his lap and moves it on top of one of his. Its cold, but Calum mostly shivers at the thought that she'll move his hand. She was pulling away, wasn't she? He had heard she quite the emotionally unavailable person, though in his time with her he'd never believe it. He's heard her laugh, and moan, and blush, and flirt, and smile. Wasn't that all genuine?

"Trust me, I think that a lot. More than you know," in shock, Calum looks back at her face once more. She almost seemed anxious, with her vision focused somewhere over his shoulder and her fingers starting to pull gently at his. Then she notices he's looking at her again and leans in, close enough that he can't smell anything but her lavender perfume.

It was only for a moment. A kiss so light, that it felt more like a prolonged graze. He loved her lips, they made him feel wanted more than anyone or anything else in the world. And it's every time they kiss, that he's reminded that she's real, that this is real. And any girl who could act this would have to be a sociopath.

And even though the kiss is short, their mouths are only millimeters apart. He wants to lean in again. To attach himself to her again.

"Did that feel real?"

"Very few things could feel more real than that."

"Good. Now that, that is settled, ask me."

"W-What?"

"Ask me your question."

Subconsciously, Calum grips Fiona's thighs a little hard, but he releases them when he feels her muscles flex. He can't believe what he's about to say. But at this point, it doesn't matter what he believes in.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Fiona Rivers?"

He sees her smile, which makes him happy, but he cringes.

"That sounded SUPER elementary school of me," he groans, causing a quiet giggle from Fiona.

"I'll be your girlfriend, Calum Hood."

"Thank god."

"No, thank me. I'm the one that said yes."