Afraid // Calum Hood

Chapter 42 // Carnival

Adelaide's Point of View

"Wake up sleepyheads," My mother called, knocking on my bedroom door and causing my eyes to widen. "You two better not have been making any babies last night. You're lucky I even let you sleep in the same bed."

"Mom!" I yelled, which only made Calum let out a slight laugh. He started to get up to oblige to my mother's request, but I tugged on his body and didn't let him leave.

Our legs were still tangled up together in an intricate web, and I snuggled my head against his bare chest. "Ad, we have to get up. Don't you want to go that carnival today?"

I whined, rolling over onto his body and shifting my position so I was sitting on him, my legs straddling each side of his figure. I was positive I had tremendous bedhead that was sticking out in every direction and Calum's lips looked extremely chapped, but that didn't stop me from swiftly cupping my hands around his chubby cheeks and kissing him.

When I slipped my tongue inside of his mouth he jerked away, scrunching his nose up as he giggled uncontrollably. "Baby, you have the worst morning breath ever."

I smiled, knowing that it was true and that my mind didn't even fret over the fact that I could have potentially embarrassed myself, but with Calum it didn't matter. I ran my fingers through his coarse hair. "Can we skip the carnival and just cuddle all day?"

"No, Ad. We didn't go on like any actual dates in Australia. At least let me make it up to you now that I can actually go in public without getting glared at," Calum protested. "Besides, we can cuddle whenever. Why are you so obsessed with cuddling lately?"

I shrugged nonchalantly, but I knew the reason why. I have missed him so much and just being able to feel his body pressed against mine reminded me that he was actually here with me. It filled me with butterflies every time we curled up together. I loved the simplicity and intimacy of cuddling, especially since our crotches lined up perfectly. We were a perfect match.

Calum groaned as he placed his hands underneath my thighs so he could stand up, and I wrapped my arms around his neck without putting up a fight. He headed towards the door to leave but I shrieked, stopping him from moving any further. "Wait, I don't have pants on."

I slid down to the floor and out of his grasp as I picked up a pair of denim high waisted shorts and hiked them up my legs, then proceeded in exchanging my large t-shirt for a blouse. Calum had put one of his muscle tanks on and he was leaning against my door on one shoulder with his arms crossed against his chest, smirking at me. "What?"

He shook his head, extending his hand out for me to intertwine my fingers with. "Nothing, I just don't understand how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

I felt my cheeks suddenly alter into a crimson shade, but I quickly composed myself. "I don't understand how I got stuck with such a cheesy boyfriend," I teased, sticking my tongue out at him.

"Hey, you love me," Calum protested, poking my hip with his free hand.

"You got that right," I mumbled, standing up on my tippy-toes to leave a sloppy kiss on his sharp cheekbones.