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five

The strange clinking noise woke her from her sleep at half past midnight. A groggy groan slipped past her lips when she saw the red LED lights blinking the time at her. The sound came again, a small echo throughout her spacious room.

She tried to bury her head beneath her pillow, but the sound still infiltrated the fluffiness. She huffed, situating the pillow beneath her head again as the clink came again. She turned; facing her window where she was sure the sound was coming from.

With much displeasure, she crawled from the comfort and warmth of her bed and padded across her hardwood floor to the window that looked out over the side of her yard. Through the darkness, she could see someone standing below, flicking their arm back and tossing a pebble against the glass, the clink coming again.

She rolled her eyes, grabbing the bottom of the window and thrusting it upwards, sticking her head out of the open space in hopes that Calum wouldn't throw another rock at her head. "Calum," she whispered harshly. "What are you doing?"

"Can I come up?" He called softly, a hint of sadness in his voice. She had heard that same infliction in his voice once before. When he had told her about the fate of his parents.

She didn't hesitate to tell him yes, watching him as he climbed up the lattice that lined the side of her house. He grabbed ahold of her windowsill, the moonlight washing over his bloody, busted-open knuckles.

She wanted to say something, but he was already hauling himself inside her room and the moment passed. She gasped as he grasped her hips, pulling her to him as he smashed his lips against hers. Her eyes eased shut immediately as she snaked her arms around his neck, letting them lay lazily across his shoulders.

His mouth moved hard and fast against hers, his tongue licking into her mouth and coaxing a groan to slip from her lips. She hadn't realized that they had been moving until she felt the bed against the back of her knees.

"Cal," she whispered, but he silenced her again with his lips, his fingers teasing the hem of her shirt, ghosting over her bare flesh. Shivers ran down her spine at the feel of his hands exploring her skin, inching higher beneath her top.

His hands then braced her back as he tipped them over, careful not to crush her as they fell back against the comforter. His one hand skimmed down her body, over her hip and across her thigh before hiking her knee around his waist.

She gasped again, Calum taking the opportunity to lick into her mouth again. Her heart beat hard in her ears – she was not expecting Calum to be like this when she let him into her room. She had to be quiet for her parent's sake.

Calum's hands were relentless as her own twisted into his curls; tugging slightly from the pleasure he was torturing her with. His right hand was rough on her hip, fingers digging into her skin as he held her down. His other hand, though, was on an adventure of its own.

He caressed her breast, happy to find that she didn't wear a bra to bed. The unexpected touch arched her back, another moan floating into the darkness that surrounded them. She felt Calum's smirk against her mouth as he tweaked the sensitive mound, eliciting more sinful sounds from her.

She couldn't help but bite down on his lower lip, teeth sinking into the sensitive flesh. Calum withdrew his hand, eyes popping open from her action. She hadn't known that he had a newly busted lip and had bit down on the inflamed skin.

She drug his lip through her teeth until it was finally free from her grasp. The pain was intense, but it only spiked Calum's want. Her eyes eased open when she didn't feel his lips or touch on her skin anymore.