nearby || c.h.

8

A/N: before this chapter starts, I wanted to give you guys reading this book on Aug. 9th, 2018 or before a heads up that I changed Calum's medical school from Harvard to UC San Diego School of Medicine for plot reasons.

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I opened my eyes to bright harsh sunlight flooding the room causing me to squint and place my finger tips on my temples to calm my headache.

God I was hungover as shit. I drank so much last night, I hardly remember it. I observed where I was in bed and was mildly impressed that I hadn't really moved from my original position, but that was probably due to the arms around me.

Arms around me?

Hold the fuck up. Oh god, did I sleep with someone last night? No I couldn't have because I hurt myself and Calum brought me up here so...

I looked at the arms wrapped around my waist that belonged to the boy spooning me and saw all the tattoos. Holy shit.

I picked up my phone on the nightstand and checked the time: 9:27 am. The comforter was up to my chin and Calum's body provided me with so much warmth, I didn't want to move.

Then the sheets began to rustle and I heard a faint groan come from behind me. Noooooo. "Oh my god," he exclaimed, snatching his arms off of me and sitting up. I rolled over and looked up at him and the way the white light made him glow, even though his hair was a bit of a mess and his eyes were squinting.

Mental photograph.

I sat up and stretched, looking at him, "Why are we..."

And he shook his head frantically, "I-I must have fallen asleep while I was waiting for you to fall asleep, I promise I was gonna move to the floor and-"

I shook my head a little, chuckling, "You're okay. It's fine. Um...we didn't...uh..."

He licked his lower lip before speaking, "You kissed me."

I did what now? I furrowed my brows and cocked my head, "Uh, I...could you say that again, I don't think I heard you correctly."

He nodded, "Oh you did. I had bandaged your leg up and I was checking for a concussion and then we...you know..."

It was all coming back to me. I remembered and I put my head in my hand, ashamed. I didn't even want to be near him right now because I was so embarrassed. He put a hand on my shoulder, "Hey, hey you know it happens. And if it...if it makes you feel better...I uh...I reciprocated..."

Lifting my head, I looked at him confused, "What?"

He smiled slightly before nodding, "You definitely didn't force yourself on me. I told you that you were drunk and that you might regret it in the morning...looks like I was right."

He started to stand up and I quickly grabbed his arm and he lowered himself back on the bed. He looked at me and I laughed, "Calum...why don't I have my skirt on?"

He began to fumble around trying to find it, "Oh shit, I uh, I had to take it off so I could bandage your leg, here you go," He babbled, handing it to me. I paused, looking at it.

Alright Daisy. You did it last night, you can do it again. Just pretend like you're drunk. Act like you're drunk. No consequences.

I shook my head and pushed the skirt away. He dropped it on the floor, staring at me. I placed my hand on his chest and he practically crumbled beneath me, leaning his back on the headboard. I made eye contact, "You said you reciprocated?"

He nodded quickly, licking his lips and I smiled, leaning in to kiss him again. This time was even better than the first. I gripped his shirt in my fists to act as a stabilizer while I grinded against him on his lap.

I felt him smile against my lips, sliding a hand beneath my panties to hold my ass, squeezing it. I moaned at his touch and slid my hand up into his hair, grabbing hold of it.

"Fuck, Daisy," he breathed, fumbling to get his hands under my shirt, of which I was not wearing a bra with, and began massaging my breasts as I continued to ride the wave of passion.

We pulled away and I placed my forehead against his, "So much for regretting it in the morning."

He chuckled as I sat up, resting on my knees still straddling his lap. I shook my head, looking down, "You don't know....no I'm not gonna say anything it's stupid."

He cocked his head, "No come on, what are you gonna say?" I shook my head, "I can't, it's really embarrassing..."

His hand came up to my cheek and brushed a piece of hair away from my face, "You can't just start a sentence and not finish. Tell me."

I sighed, smiling nervously, "I was gonna say you don't know how long I've wanted this to happen."

He laughed, nodding his head, "I promise you, I sure as hell do. Anyone with eyes could see the crush you had on me."

I wanted to fucking die. "Oh god was I that bad?"

He took my wrists in his hands and was absentmindedly playing with them, "Well when you were younger, oh yeah. Definitely. But when I saw you on your last day of school, when you and Amanda came home, I wasn't so sure anymore."

My eyebrows came together, "So you didn't suspect anything?"

He tilted his head a little, "Well not at first but then you gave it away. We were watching Lady Bird, and then that sex scene happened and you tensed up like a board."

I laughed at my own faux pas, nodding, "Yeah and your arm was over my shoulder and everything."

"You really think I didn't do that on purpose? When you walked through that door with Amanda that first day, it was agonizing because I assumed your interest faded away."

I shook my head, "What made it so agonizing?"

He licked his lip before speaking, "The fact that mine was peaked."