yes, sir ↝ cth

07

A N N A B E T H

I stood from Calum's lap, standing just beside the couch as I waited for him to get up. He glanced up at me and gave me a goofy smirk. I only blushed and shook my head before he was on his feet and taking my hand in his.

Calum brought me into the kitchen, just off of the living room. The kitchen was rather modernized. Black marble-like countertops, white cabinets, gray walls, a matte marble subway tile backsplash. All the appliances were, of course, the latest and greatest. There was an island in the middle of the large space with a minimalistic light fixture hanging just above it. It looked as though it was pulled straight from a catalog.

As my eyes roamed around the room, I felt two large hands place themselves on my waist before I was lifted from the ground. I was brought across to sit atop the island, smack-dab in the center of the entire kitchen. My thighs made contact with the cold surface, causing me to shiver slightly before the hands leave my waist. Calum walks around, looking through cupboards in search for anything to spark an idea as to what he should cook.

"What're you in the mood for, sweetheart?" The words fell from his mouth softly and I blushed.

"Uhm, I'm not sure.." I shrugged my shoulders, nervous to mention how much of a picky eater I was. I didn't want to project myself as high-maintenance, though I am, rather.

"Well, what do you like?" I heard his voice behind me, followed by the growing-to-be-familiar feeling of his hands touching my body, spinning me on my bum on the island to face him.

With, of course, flushed cheeks, I again shrugged my shoulders. With my action, came Calum furrowing his brows, I assumed he was confused as to why I was being so difficult about a dinner.

A gentle sigh made its way past his lips, "What do you normally eat, princess?"

"Pasta," I speak softly.

"And?"

"Sometimes pizza."

"Is that it?"

I nod my head slowly, "Pretty much."

Calum chuckles and leans his head back, "Picky eater."

My cheeks go read; I nod my head, an ongoing pattern I seem to be stuck on. "Quite. But I'm trying."

He smiles with one of his large hands resting on my cheek, "You're adorable." He grins, "Pasta it is."

With my bottom lip between my teeth, the corners of my mouth tug into a childish smile.

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We had eaten and ended up watching television in Calum's living room. He was sat on the far right of the couch and I was sitting right in the middle. I sat upright, one leg of mine crossed over the other and my hands in my lap. I'd always been taught to showcase my best manners when a guest at someone's house. So, when Calum swiftly brought me directly into his side, forcing my body into a more relaxed position with his arm around me, I was slightly concerned.

"Love, it's alright. You can relax." He spoke gently, and that voice of his easily pushed me into a more comfortable atmosphere. I took in a soft breath and with it, my body loosened a bit more. I leaned into his side and allowed my head to rest itself on his shoulder. His fingers gingerly brushed up and down on my arm, goosebumps rising under the fabric of my top.

Within minutes my eyelids began to feel heavy and were threatening to shut. I attempted to keep them open, but during my effort, a yawn slipped past my lips. The quiet sound caught Calum's attention and he looked in my direction.

"Are you tired, darling?"

And although I really was, I didn't in anyway want to bother him to help me to bed, so I simply shook my head. "No, no"

I don't believe he was very convinced, but nonetheless, he nodded. After placing a gentle kiss on the top of my head he shifted his eyes back to the tv screen.

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a/n:

is this moving awkwardly i feel like it is i dunno man im bad at writing