Waiting for Better

Chapter Eighteen

A/N~ Enjoy :D

Chapter Eighteen

~Adalyn~

"So, since you had me over for dinner last night I think it's only fair that you spend the afternoon at my place." Callum winked at me playfully while excitedly awaiting my response.

I returned his smile and nodded my head in agreement. All night I had been sore about the rejection, barely getting any sleep. Surprisingly my mood immediately brightened when I saw Callum's car waiting for me outside my apartment complex. I remember walking sulkily and tiredly to his car before I was greeted by a passionate embrace that quickly had my spirits rising. Like I knew it eventually would, the sting from last night disappeared.

"Or...," Callum said sneakily as his sentence trailed off. "I could take you out on a proper date." His brow rose in suggestion.

I felt my features scrunch up in distaste. I hope I didn't offend him but I really didn't want that. Honestly, I was never one for dinner dates and going out to fancy restaurants. It didn't suit me and I always ended up feeling discomforted. I allowed Jared to take me on one dinner date out of the entirety of our relationship and that was pushing it. I really detested going out like that.

"I'm guessing by that reaction the answer is no," Callum chuckled.

"I'd rather not. Your place is fine," I grinned.

"I'm going to have to take you out sometime soon, you know that right?"

"Callum," I shook my head as I pulled my hand out of his where he had been holding it on the center console of his car. "I seriously don't want to. It's not my idea of a good time and I'd rather do something else."

Callum snatched my hand back up where he brought it to his lips and gave my knuckles a peck. "We won't right now but I will be taking you to a fancy restaurant. You're not getting out of that," he looked at me with mock sternness.

"We'll see," I mumbled to myself as I looked out the car window.

That afternoon, I stayed the night with Callum at his building. I still couldn't believe he actually cooked me dinner. It was the first time I had a homemade meal since Jared. After, we sat on his couch watching tv.

When I had been about to leave, Callum had immediately insisted that I stay the night. At my confused features he reasoned that we would both be going to the same place the next morning. I'd be making it easier on him if I was already here.

Of course he dropped that excuse when I started telling him that he didn't need to pick me up in the mornings. I didn't want to be a bother and Callum didn't need to come out of his way to pick me up.

Like those other times, he settled me into his bedroom where we shared the bed.

"Will you come to dinner at my parent's house with me tomorrow?" We were currently in his office eating our lunch. "We usually try to get together for a family dinner at least once every two weeks."

"Didn't we just see them on the Fourth of July?"

Callum shook his head. "That's different. For that my mom invited literally everyone." He picked up my hand and tugged me closer on the couch. "These family dinners it's just my parents and I."

I frowned at that. "Then wouldn't I be intruding?"

Callum scowled in annoyance. "No!"

"I just . . . wanted to be sure," I trailed off uncertainly.

Like a switch his expression completely changed. "Do you not want to go?" The way he was looking at me was making my heart hurt. It was like the thought of me not wanting to be with him actually wounded him.