Cut me, Tackle me. (MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter SEVEN

Deticated to Purpley69 as a thank yew for making me realize i completely f*cked the freak up!!! xD

*Warning, a bit of sexual content**

SEVEN

There was somthing about waking up in the arms of somone that you cared for. The feeling of being loved and cared for, just because you know they held you all night. The way the tighten their hold on you when you move and just the thought of the night that lead to the morning. I stretched my arms above my head and arched my back and then let my body go limp in a relaxed way. I looked over at Cal whos face was inches from mine and settled on the pillows. His hair stuck in all directions and his face relaxed, younger looking while he breathed deep and evenly. His warm sweet breath blowing against my cheek. I rolled over in his arms so I faced him and I buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes inhaling his scent and getting the feel of him. His hard hot body was some what comfortable. His arms secure, safe. Even though he was a sleep it seemed as if nobody could hurt me, not even myself.

It made me laugh at how guys bodies where in the morning. Relaxed and totally dead to the world...except for one part of their body which was fully alive and awake and always seemed to poke me in the same place.

I sat up and looked at my clock to see it blinking 12:32. I made a face and tried to pry myself from his grip but he just tightened it.

"Submit Cal," I said.

He just chuckled, not opening his eyes, and let go of me.

I smiled and rolled my eyes before I slid out of bed. I covered my naked chest and walked over to my dresser and pulled on a large Suicide Silence shirt and walked over to my dress and began doing some work.

"Do you want anything to eat?" I asked with a pin between my teeth as I pulled up a patch of fabric that needed to be sewn on more securely.

He shook his head. "Nah I'm okay."

I gave a small nod and threaded the needle through and began stitching. I worked for a while before opening the windows to let in some fresh air. It was bright and the sky was clear with a small breeze.

"You have anything to do today?" I asked.

"Nope, I cleared my schedule to spend the weekend with my girl." He said crossing his arms behind his head.

I smiled. "I'm just waiting for you to get sick of me," I said cutting the thread and looking it over. It was done for the most part but I was constantly adding new stuff to it.

He shook his head. "It's gonna take a while."

I laughed.

"Dress looks pretty," he said.

"Well thank you sir," I winked.

My bedroom door opened and Beth walked in and shut the door behind her. Cal gave a gasp and pressed his palms to his breasts looking mortified. I chuckled and slapped my palm to my forehead and shook my head.

She chuckled and flopped in a chair. "You're famous! The fight from last night is posted all over YouTube and Facebook." She congradulated.

I rolled my eyes. "Dumb ass is going to get caught fo the recording."

She nodded. "Fuck duh."

"Woah you just said the F word. Is the world ending?" I raised a brow.

"No, but you're being sewed." She said.

My eyes widened and I dropped my needle and looked at her. "Is she fucking dying or somthing?"

"Broken nose and self pride I guess." She shrugged.