I Don't Even Know ❇ malum au

Epilogue P2

Ahhhhhh...
I cannot grasp that this book is basically over.  Okay, so, I wanna like make a character ask - but I don't really feel like waiting for people to comment questions.  So, I'mma be that megalomaniac that just goes ahead and makes her own questions, cause I think my characters deserve to be interviewed.  So, I'mma use the questions I think are good :)

"Baby, I'm home!"

Six months of the two being together hasn't gotten old.  Calum still has the job that he loves, and the two have even gotten an apartment together - Michael finally escaping the oversized mansion that was only ever meant for his father.

The two are happy.

Michael's happy.

Michael's been attending therapy once a month - not really even needing to go anymore.  And the boy has even out on a bit of weight, Calum never shutting up until he eats all that he can without getting sick.  Though, Calum's not complaining - secretly, he loves the older boy's curves.

"Hi-ya," the now redhaired boy greets.  Michael decided to dye his hair after the incident, red symbolizing the color of the blood that still pulses through his veins - all because of Calum.

The face of the younger boy when Michael had explained the subliminal meaning of the color - it was priceless.  That was one of the few nights that they were close.  They still haven't had actual sex yet, more so just the intimate gestures.

That was the night that Calum knew that him and Michael were going to be together forever.

Honestly, Calum would kill to be able to show Michael just how important and beautiful he is through the physical manor - but he gets why the boy is nervous.  He knows that the boy didn't use to feel loved, that the boy was extremely self-conscious, and that he is the only one that the boy has ever even liked (love, actually) - let alone kissed.  The boy is a virgin, and Calum's okay with that.

Michael also knows that Calum's much more experienced than himself, but Michael knows that basics.  He knows that he'll end up being on the receiving end of things, obviously.  He also knows that it'll start out as being painful, but he trusts Calum.

This' something he's been thinking about, lately.

Hell - he's been thinking about it a lot, actually.

And he knows that he's ready.  Because it's Calum - the man of his dreams.  He knows that Calum loves him.  Michael knows that Calum loves him just as much as he loves him back - if that's even possible.

"H-how was work?" Michael asks as he sits at the table, a beer already waiting for Calum in front of the younger boy's spot.

"Um, great," the tan boy smiles, a confused expression covering his face as he sits and pops the top off the bottle, taking a slow drink.

"W-what is it?"

"Nothing, it's just - why are you nervous?"

The redhaired boy furrows his brows, humming in question.  He's just a bit too nervous to say a decipherable word at this point.

"You stutter when you're nervous, babe.  What is it?"

The older boy takes his bottom lip between his teeth, upset with himself for even thinking of this.  Surely, Calum isn't ready.  The boy's probably stressed as fuck due to all of the work he's been doing lately.

"Come on, you know you can tell me anything - right?"

"Y-yeah."

Michael scrunches up his face, them covering it with his hands.  He knows that his cheeks are heating up; he knows that a blush must be covering his face.