"I-I just miss you, a-and when you leave it hurt me more that anything," He stutters, trying to let what he feels flow out of him like a river. Like it's not controlling him, but then he's lying to himself.
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~Cake in this book~
"Lukey!" Calum squeals, wrapping his short arms around himself, "I love it!" I laugh to myself, kissing the back of his head. Letting the scent of girly shampoo fill my nose.
Typing on my phone, I type, "I bought the house a while ago just for us. It's lucky that I could get all the furniture for fee."
I watch him walk around the house but suddenly, he stops. His gorgeous brown eyes widen and his jaw falls open.
"It comes with a puppy!"
....
I like to watch Calum draw. The way his tongue pokes out of the corner of his small mouth when he really concentrates on one little deal. The way his face scrunches up when he's confused on a line or when he messes up, but he doesn't know how to fix it with out messing the rest of it up.
To me it's so fucking adorable, but it's so relaxing to see him happy and not in a place that we're both getting hurt.
Night are our favorites. It's normally quite. We play acoustic songs from our favorite bands like Sleeping With Sirens and Of Mice And Men on a low volume so it's like a whisper on words flowing to forum and song. We'll both be laying on your king sized bed, which is when Cal always sketches something while I play with the short hairs on the side of his head, just to help him relax. Sometimes he'll lay on my chest with his knees pulled to his chest, making the big t-shirt of mine pool around his perfect thighs perfectly, almost effortlessly. I don't mind when he wears my cloths. I can't help but get immensely happy, because I love how the fabric swallows up his body, making his look tinier then he already is to my 6'4 hight. Sometimes I feel like he wears my shirt just to make me happy, because he knows that when I'm happy I get very affectionate. Most nights are like that, others consist of stolen kisses and rough touches. Those nights are always loud, but sometimes they're quite with small noises only we can hear. Those are our favorite. We always end up giggling and cuddling under the soft blankets, telling each other sweet nothings and eventually falling asleep in each other's arm.
"Really Cal? Really?" I tease, leaning against the door frame. My eyebrow, raised mockingly. A small smirk tugs at my pierced lip. He's leaning up on his chair, his hand being steadied with his other hand to make a perfect line. His caramel skin is bathed in the different colors of the sunset, making him glow.
With a confused look on his cute face, he sets down his wood pencil on the easel. He turns around in his swivel chair and whines, "What?"
"Oh nothing," I smirk, walking over to his black, swivel chair in the middle of his studio. My hands wrap around the back of the chair and slowly push him around. Just slow enough not to make him fall off or get dizzy.
When I stop the chair, which has him with his face not looking at me, he tilts his head back in a way that makes him look like the cutest little kid ever. I walk to the front of him and help him up and make him put his back against my chest to look out the glass wall that looks out onto the gorgeous sunset. He knows what I see when he stands up. I see cuddly arms, a perfect little body and the cutest face. His eyes are absolutely amazing and that all belongs to the cutest, sweetest person in this whole word. I extend my long arms around his waist, resting my chin a top his head, looking out.
