Turn Away | c.h

Chapter 45 - Things We Do For Love

Wow... almost an entire month that I last uploaded. Sorry guys, I've had shit going on and I haven't really prioritised this fic, it's been difficult tryna write new stuff and hopefully give you guys what you want.

Hope you enjoy anyhow:-)

His warm hands glided across my skin, my eyes closed as he quietly held me. The house was silent, the rain loudly pouring outside, demanding to be heard.

My tired body was held by Calum's, radiating his warmth into my cold limbs. I felt weak and tired today, emotionally and physically drained from everything that had happened the past few days. So much had gone down, it was hard to keep up with everything. And this was my way to escape it all, laying in his arms. Having his body touching mine.

My thoughts ceased as his fingers trailed to my upper thigh, massaging their way to my lower stomach. It seems as though the room became even more quieter, with his hands absentmindedly wandering places that only he had ever explored. I steadied my breathing, trying to calm my wild thoughts down.

It was crazy that Calum could trigger this side of me, simply by dragging his fingers across one place. I never understood how anyone could have such a massive sex drive, but being with Calum made me realise how possible it was. With one simple touch, my body followed his every command. Even when he wasn't meaning to get me going, he did. It's as if my sex drive had the most inappropriate timing. Now, out of all situations, was not the kind of atmosphere for any sexual favours. But somehow, from one simple touch, it seemed as though I couldn't get a grip on what I was feeling.

I rolled onto my side, pulling away from his touch. I felt ashamed for having no self control around him anymore. I should've let him leave, and I should've allowed myself time alone. But I honestly couldn't say no to him, I couldn't let him leave me. And it fucking exhausted me. Every time he'd hurt me, I'd just call him back to me without allowing myself some time to heal- to think about everything that's happened. Instead I'd fall back into his arms as if he'd ever hurt me and as if he never will.

I was interrupted by the sound of my stomach grumbling, loud enough for the both of us to hear. Embarrassedly, I tucked my knees up to my chest. Admittedly, I hadn't eaten since midday yesterday so I was pretty much beyond hungry.

Calum's hands touched my body as he slowly sat up.

"Come on," he softly said, low voice breaking the long silence. "I'll make you something to eat."

I looked up at him, watching as he slowly stood up from the bed. My eyes followed his movements.

"You know how to make food?" I asked, not bothered by the fact it sounded like such a dumb question- I expected he'd have no knowledge whatsoever about food and preparation. After all, our diets were so vastly different.

"Yeah, I know the basics." He said, moving towards the door. I sat up, watching as he left the room. I immediately followed after him, my body following his closely behind. Calum moved down the stairs, his broad shoulders tilting with each step. I found myself mesmerised by the rhythm of his body, the way he moved was always so graceful, no matter what he was doing. I was also so jealous of him because of that- how effortlessly captivating he was.

Calum turned to me, brown eyes wandering my face as I looked at him. His hair was pushed up in all different directions, lips slightly swollen and eyes tired. He looked drained, emotionally and physically and all I wanted to do was better him. But I knew, for once in my life, I had to put my health before anyone else's. I was hurting too, and before I could fix him, I had to fix myself.