Calum and I were breathing heavy, both coming down off of natural ecstasy. I was now under his body, him hovering over me. I rubbed my thumb across his cheek and replaced his snap back in its rightful position, his head. Not mine. I still felt extremely cozy, also known as drunk. Everything was right in the world. Calum stood from the bed, pulled his boxers and jeans on and reached for my hand.
"Let's get some water yeah?" He says gathering my clothes from the floor.
"Oh and I know this is cliché, but I've always wanted a beautiful girl like you to wear my shirt after a round." He says cheekily handing me the shirt he had on earlier.
Obliging, I pulled it over my head and pulled my panties on. Hand in hand, we walked to his kitchen for some water. I sat at the counter and watched him. He grabs two glasses and fills them with ice cold tap water. His back is still glistening with sex sweat, and I can see the small indents from my finger nails just below his shoulder blades.
"Who needs water, where's the booze." I say leaning my elbows on the counter. He laughs and sets the glass in front of me.
"You've had enough for one night."
I smile bringing the glass to my lips, making eye contact with Cal as we both take a sip at the same time. He leans forward on the table and tells me about the one time Michael brought a girl home, and after they got it on she ran to the bathroom to puke because she was so drunk.
"Wasn't his best experience." He laughs.
After we've finished our waters, I feel my eyes becoming weak. I can barely keep them open, and Calum notices. He puts the glasses in the dishwasher and takes me to his room. He turns the lights out, fixes the blankets and pillows, and finds his spare phone charger so I can plug mine in.
We get into bed and I move in close to him. We're not exactly 'cuddling' but we're comfortably close. His knees touching mine, our foreheads barely touching. I can feel his breath on my cheek as I slowly fall asleep.
