mistake || c.h au

|| chapter thirty-one ; pillowtalk [1] ||

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|| august 16, 2015 ||

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"I love you," Calum smiled, his brown eyes twinkling. He was so loved up he hated himself.

Times like this were possibly Calum's favourites - definitely one of them at least - the post sex moments they shared where they made out lazily and talked about silly, insignificant things and forgot about the complexities of real life.

"I should probably go," Tegan sighed, tracing along Calum's jawline with her finger.

Calum frowned, he knew this was how it worked, but it didn't mean he liked it. He knew Tegan had to return back to her life with Luke until she broke it off with him.

Calum kind of understood though, Tegan and Luke had worked hard to build up the life they shared together, and it was something that Tegan was proud of. She felt safe in it, in the routine of their day to day life, and that was hard to put a sudden halt on.

"Stay a bit longer, please," Calum hummed, pulling her closer to him.

"You said that half an hour ago," Tegan pointed out.

"Ten minutes," he bargained.

"Five," Tegan compromised. "And then I really have to go."

"I better make good use of the time then," Calum smirked lazily.

He started at her shoulder, leaving small kisses in a trail along her shoulder and up to her neck, making his way towards her lips. However, he stopped for a little too long at a spot on the side of her neck, and Tegan was forced shrug him away.

"You can't leave marks," she reminded him, and he let out a frustrated groan.

"I know," Calum sighed, pulling away to lay on his back. "And it fùcking sucks."

Tegan felt a little disheartened as she turned onto her side, knowing that she had upset him. She rest one of her legs over Calum's thigh and between his own legs, and set her head against his bare shoulder. Calum pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, as they lay in silence in each others company.

"When are you going to tell him?" Calum asked after a few minutes. He had been wanting to ask the question for a while, and it was something that played on his mind a lot.

"I'm not," she answered. "At least, not yet."

"Soon, surely?"

"I don't know," Tegan said. "I don't want to hurt him."

"Stop thinking about how he feels for a second, and think about how you feel," Calum sighed, looking up at the ceiling as Tegan traced curly patterns onto his stomach. "Think about how I feel."

Tegan gazed up at him, before glancing over to his digital alarm clock set on the table beside the bed. She sat up quickly, holding the sheet to her bare chest.

"Calum, it's been ten minutes!" she scolded, trying to locate her underwear from her place on the bed, while hiding herself with the sheet.

Calum reached over the side to retrieve both his shirt and her bra from the floor, handing her both of the items before resting his hands behind his head.

Tegan messed around hooking her bra back on, sliding the straps up her arms before slipping on Calum's shirt and doing up a few buttons until she found the rest of her clothes.

"I'm serious, you know," Calum broke the silence, Tegan pausing momentarily from pulling her jeans on to look at him.

She sighed, pulling the denim up her legs and popping the button closed, before edging over to sit on the bed again.