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Chapter Thirteen

When I first woke up in the morning, the first thing I noticed was that I had woken up, which obviously meant I had to have fallen asleep first. The second thing I noticed was that I was in a bed, half of my leg hanging off the side. The third thing I noticed was that I was not alone in the sea of sheets; there was a lump in the blankets next to me.

Naturally, the first thing I did was grab my boobs and made sure I had all my clothes on. I breathed a sigh of relief as my fingers ran along my soft t-shirt and the underwire of my bra and I felt the waist of my shorts digging into my skin. I sat back against the pillows and blew my bangs out of my face.

What happened? When had I fallen asleep?

I carefully reached over and pulled back the blankets to reveal a wavy mop of black hair snuggled deep into the pillows and I bit my tongue to keep myself from screaming.

Calum. I had slept in the same bed as Calum.

Quickly gathering my bearings, I untangled myself from the mess of sheets and stumbled out of the bed, tripping over a dark blue bean bag. I had no idea what to do; my current plan was to get out of the room as quickly as possible.

Then I saw my reflection in the body length mirror next to the door and I gasped.

My brown hair was a rat's nest, falling past my shoulders in a wavy, tangled mess. My cheeks were flushed a deep pink, my eyes were bright and wild, and my lips were swollen and puffy. But that wasn't what made me come to a dead stop.

There was a large, purple mark where my neck met my shoulder.

I had a huge ass, motherfucking hickey.

I ran my hands up my stomach to my neck, where my hands fluttered nervously over the bruise. My crop top lifted simultaneously to reveal small bruises on my hips that looked like they were made by someone grabbing onto the flesh heatedly. I let another gasp fall from my lips.

My brain was in overload.

Hickey.

Hickey!

HickEY!!!!!!1!!

h1CKWY!!!?//!!11

C.A.L.U.M.

(violent screaming)

I heard Calum cough sleepily in the bed and I was out of that bedroom and into the hallway in an alarming speed. My long legs carried me down the hallway into the main living room. I looked around the house, wondering if there was anyone anywhere when my eyes landed on the clock above the television.

It read 6:47 a.m.

Cut me a fucking break already.

My luck wasn't getting any better as I heard the door from the hallway open and soon Calum was standing at the entrance to the living room, staring confusedly at me as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Savanna?" He asked quietly.

My heard swelled. He sounded so fucking cute when we wasn't quite awake yet. I mean who would be, though? It was fucking a quarter till seven in the morning.

"Uh," I said, facing the wall away from him, my hand reaching up to the crook of my neck nervously.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just.." The words fell flat from my lips as I scrambled around for a logical explanation.

There was silence.

"I just... I woke up. And you weren't there." there was a low, shy chuckle. "I thought you left, after everything."

"Everything?" I asked, still facing away from him, the grip on my neck tightening.