"You're keeping something from me," I heard him whisper in my ear as he tightened his hold on me. "No matter how bad your secret is, I won't run. I promise. You can trust me. I'll work on making you trust me."
It isn't even a secret. Not really. Wel...
A/N: This is basically the same chapter, just a different POV. Let's hope I didn't make anyone 'embarrassingly romantic' LOL
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Ten (2/2) || (If You Want To Go, Let Me) Paint You Wings [Calum]
When I woke up that morning, thefirst thing I did was reach out to pull her against me. So imagine my confusionwhen all my hand was able to grope were cold bed sheets.
"What?" I sat up and looked around the room. I knew very well how messy andfrantic we were last night, throwing clothes everywhere. But in the light ofday, I found my stuff in a neat pile on one of the bedside tables. Hers werenowhere to be found. "She's gone?"
I reached under my pillow and felt for the scrap of lace I stashed there whenshe wasn't looking. I smirked when my fingers brushed the material. At least Ihave something left to remember her by. I wonder how I can use it to draw herout? Last night wasn't nearly enough to satisfy the sudden need I have for her.Fvck! What are you doing to me, Brooklyn?
The sound of an incoming message echoed in the quiet room. My phone was placedon top of my clothes.
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I walked to the door and opened it to find Michael standing right outside.
"You could've just knocked, you know?"
"She didn't even say goodbye?" He teased, looking around the room. "She even picked up your sh!t off the floor. She's a keeper. Did she at least leave a note?"
"Nothing," I shook my head. "It's like last night didn't even happen."
"Oh, but it did. Your back's all red and splotchy. Your neck wasn't spared either."
"What?"
"Look," Michael pulled me to the bathroom. "See? Kitty's got claws."
I twisted and turned in front of the mirror. True enough, there were fingernail scratches all over my back, a few on my chest, and hickeys starting to bruise on my neck.
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