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thirty five

here we are, in the house for two days and i've been taking care of calum ever since.

i feel like it's my duty to take care of him everytime, like i'm not allowed to leave his side.

"hey cal, are you hungry?" he looked away from his phone and slowly nodded, "come here." what. do. you. mean.

"huh?" he patted the space on his bed and rubbing it up and down, motioning for me to lay down. so, i did.

"hold my hand," he commanded, i held it not because i was also forced, because i've been wanting to hold it since the day we met. "do you feel some electricity? as cliché as that sounds." he smiled and i smiled back, nodding.

"do you know, i feel like it's my duty to take care of you and i feel like i'm not allowed to leave your side?" i placed my head on his chest, my arms around his waist.

"yeah. i do. and i feel like i have to protect you and everything else." he smiled down at me and kissed the top of my head.