I heaved out a deep sigh, throwing my covers back and all but leaping into bed. The blankets rustled as I tossed around for a bit, trying to make myself comfortable. The day had dragged and there was nothing I wanted more than to sleep it all off.
The streets outside were surprisingly silent. It was if the rest of the world was as exhausted as I was
Just as my mind started to drift off, I heard my bedroom door click open.
"Ugh, mom can this wait until tomorrow? I'm exhausted."
When I didn't hear a reply, I peeked out from underneath the covers. Above my bed, their was a silhouette of a person. Grunting, I threw the blankets off and sat up. My eyes instantly tripled in size when they adjusted to the darkness, and it became clear who was in front of me.
Before I could even make a sound, he lurched forward, gently clasping his hand over my mouth.
"Shh, shh, shh. Hey, it's alright. It's just me."
My heart slammed in my chest as I frantically scanned his face. Tearing his hand away, I gasped quietly.
"Yeah, I know it's you. That's why I'm panicking."
Calum lowered his hands and sat on the open space next to me in bed.
"I'm sorry, babe. I just really needed to be with you. And before you ask, I snuck in through the back. Long story, but you know I'm a master with locks." He chuckled to himself.
My brain was completely frozen. All I could do was gape at him.
How had he gotten out? Had he been released already? Had he escaped?
I wanted to ask him a million questions, sit him down and ask every little thing that had passed through my mind since the last time we had spoken.
But there was only silence.
He scooted closer to me and took one of my hands into his, rubbing his thumb over my knuckles.
"I missed you, babe." The sound of his voice was so foreign to me. It had, after all, almost been two years since I had heard it. It was deeper than before, a richer, manlier tone.
I continued to gape, struggling to form words to say back to him.
"I-i yeah, I missed you, too. Don't get me wrong, but...how the hell are you here?"
He laughed lightly, looking down at our intertwined fingers.
"It's a story that we'll get to eventually." Upon seeing the disappointed expression on my face he countered, "But just because there's something I want to do first."
Yanking the rest of the blankets aside, Calum slid into my bed with me and pulled me on top of him. As swiftly as he had gotten into bed, he also cupped my face and leaned up to entrap me in a kiss. The second his lips touched mine, I immediately melted into him.
Only now did I realize how much him being gone had truly effected me. The time he was gone had been tortureous and stressful, filled with my contant worrying about how he was and what would happen when he returned. For the moment, none of that mattered. He was back with me, and that was all that I cared about.
A chunk of time passed, and we were still going at it. Calum's hands had dropped to my hips as subtle smirk played up on his lips. His torso was now bare, having torn off his shirt ages ago. Running my hands along the defined muscles of his chest, I noticed something that wasn't there before.
Pulling away from him slightly, I pointed to the new tattoo below his collar bone.
"When did you get that?"
He eased himself up onto his elbows and glanced down.
"Oh, the feather? A couple months ago. I, uh...I got it to match the necklace I gave you the summer we met."
His eyes went to my neck in search of it. Inwardly, I cursed myself for not having it on.
But it wasn't like I exactly knew that he would be dropping in on me.
"Don't worry it's over on my dresser. I take it off before work so that the kids won't mess with it. I wanted to keep it safe."
He seemed satisfied with the answer and placed a hand on the back of my head, pulling me in for yet another kiss.
We had barely fallen comfortably back into the mattress when there was a light swoosh behind us. I hadn't thought much of it, but when Calum jumped into an upright position, I knew something was wrong.
