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▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ Love You So Much ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃
Evara looked beside her finding Callum gone, she had made it to his bedroom?
the bright sun had been shining through the floor to ceiling windows.
"...you woke up at the perfect time" he spoke softly waking over to her with a mug of tea. He had changed into a white tee shirt and straight leg black sweatpants.
"Thanks, you bought me up here?" she asked smiling slightly.
"I just noticed you were gone...till I realized I wasn't downstairs anymore" she added
"No yea I did..but- so you were worried about me, that's sweet of you" he flirted, she sipped down the tea before responding.
"I just wondered where my body cushion went" she joked before taking another sip. He smiled watching the mug go over her lips only revealing her eyes and bridge of her nose along with the soft curve of her smile. "Your cushion? So you admit I'm just a prop in your life?" he teased sitting down by her legs intrigued by the conversation.
Evara raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her gaze. "Well, you do make a decent cushion," she replied, setting the mug down with a gentle clink. "But I'd prefer a little more substance."
He chuckled, moving closer to her contemplating her words. "Substance, huh? I'll have to step up my game then."
"Good luck with that," she quipped, taking another sip.
"All jokes aside though, I can't pick you up and bring you up atleast 18 stairs every night if you fall asleep on the couch again" He says with a small smile still upon his face.
"I know yea I just- you could've slept in your own bed and I-"
"For me to leave you down there alone?" He asked
"Of course not." He added, he moved closer to her before placing his mug down on the nightstand.
"Why not— I'd just be asleep" she slightly laughed
"Look, I'm not trying to pressure you to sleep with me but that's...kinda what I want" He folded his lips in shrugging his shoulders. She sighed placing the mug down on the floor.
"Jesus, I mean...atleast you're honest" she immediately spoke while laughing. All he did was just stare at her looking into her eyes. She was speechless, there were no more jokes to say to tone down the awkwardness. He pressed his lips against hers as she placed her hand on his cheek, he moved up closer to her holding her waist. She had already had her skirt and tights off from last night, she had woken up from the fabric of the couch rubbing against her tights. He placed his hand on her bare waist pulling her closer, all she could think of while they were undressing one another was...
how much did he really like her?
Did he just like having someone to come back home to, to have sex with?
