REMEMBER // Calum Hood

Fifty seven // love

"I loved it" I vaguely tell him when we are lying on the floor of his cozy studio, staring at the stars in the sky through the glass ceiling and enjoying each others company, like we haven't in a very long time

"You always like it when I get rough" He says with a chuckle, placing a kiss on the top of my head

"I'm talking about the song, Calum" I say, snuggling further into his chest so I can take a better look of his handsome face "I still can't believe you wrote me a song"

Calum is only in his Calvin Klein briefs, our bare legs tangled while my hand traces the outline of his tattoos. My body is covered by his grey T-shirt - the one he was wearing minutes ago, before we baptized his studio. Cal insisted he'd go inside to grab me a clean shirt, stating that he wore that one on the plane but I considered it even better. The fabric was impregnated with his smell, just how I like it. He did go inside to grab us a blanket but I'm positive that only his arms would be more than enough to keep me warm. I rest my head against his chest, smiling at the familiar feeling of being wrapped in his embrace while Calum runs his fingertips along my arm, tickling the skin in the most delicious way.

"I never said it was for you" He says with a cheeky grin

"You were doing so well until a minute ago" I playfully swat his arm with a nasal laugh

Calum grabs my wrist, pulling me even closer to him while his free hand holds my face ever so gently. The smug smile slowly leaves his features and gives place to a more serious expression. Calum's eyes bore into mine, acquiring a lighter shade of brown, while he caresses my cheek with his thumb. His eyes are sweet, telling me something I can't quite understand and his touch is delicate, an interesting contrast to his strong hold and assertive words.

"You inspire me more than you can comprehend, Gia" He places a loose strand of hair behind my ear "I must've written a hundred songs about you"

I still couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that he had written me one song, let alone a hundred of them. It's beyond touching to think that boring old me could be a source of inspiration to somebody, but to think that this person is Calum... Is heartwarming. I don't have enough words to express how flattered I am and yet, I want to yell it to the whole world.

"It's not finished yet, none of them are. For some reason I can't find the words to fully master them but maybe someday I can show you" He adds, something hiding behind his tone

"I'm sure they are all perfect" I peck his plump lips "This song was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life. I want to listen to it every minute of every hour for the rest of my days"

Calum chooses not to answer this time but his mouth attacks mine with hunger, almost taking me by surprise. I wasn't expecting him to kiss me this eagerly but I'm kinda always hoping he will. It doesn't last long, or maybe it does. It could be a second or it could be hours later - I honestly have no idea -, we are interrupted by my phone ringing somewhere in the room.

"Leave it" Cal mumbles against my mouth, without breaking the kiss "You're busy right now"

"I am"I avidly agree, not even budging to reach for my phone

Nothing could be more important than what I'm doing right now so I have no problem in ignoring my phone while it blasts its ringtone not too far from where we are. I could live here, is what I think to myself. Lying on this hard floor, being covered only by a dirty shirt and a blanket, using Calum's chest as a pillow and listening to his heartbeat. I could happily live in his embrace. Feeling his touch roam over my naked body and take advantage of his naked one, savoring his lips while hearing his throaty moans. I could spend the rest of my days discovering new ways to pleasure him and surprising myself with his methods to satisfy me. I could live here forever and never complain.