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His head was pounding softly when he finally opened his eyes. One short glance to his bedside table told him it was already ten o'clock and he couldn't stop the curse from falling from his lips. Rubbing his face, he turned to the other side and looked at the girl lying beside him.
The eye make-up she had been wearing was nothing more than just a smudge, and her dark hair was all over her face. When his eyes moved lower, he could see the marks his lips and teeth had left on the pale soft skin on her neck and chest. A tiny smirk appeared on his face when he thought back to the way she had moaned when he was making them and how wet her core had been under his fingers. There were faint bruises on her hips from his hands when he had held her still.
Last night was a success.
Carefully, he reached out his hand to brush some of her hair away from her face. His lips had already parted as he was about to talk to her, but he froze for a second, realising that her name had somehow slipped out of his mind.
"Hey...," he finally said in the end while he lightly stroked her cheek. "Wake up."
She murmured something towards him in response, keeping her eyes closed still. Calum sighed quietly to himself before talking to her yet again, trying to awaken her. Her chest looked incredible when she suddenly reached her arms out and went for a stretch. It caught him by surprise when she suddenly rolled over and set herself down right on the top of him. She kissed his chest while her hips moved slowly against him.
"How about you wake me up properly, huh?" She suggested to him in a sleepy voice as she looked up to his face. "Then we can go get something to eat because I am absolutely starving after last night."
He just stared at her, taking quite a long time to consider this offer. The right answer to it was supposed to be rather obvious, and yet...
"You need to leave."
This was clearly not the type of awakening she had been hoping for, but it seemed to work out just as well. Maybe even better. She was now staring at him with her eyes opened wide while propping herself up on his chest.
"Wait... Are you being serious right now?"
"Mhhm."
Her nails dug into his chest and somehow, in this instance he found this way less pleasurable than he had done during the night. Finally, she got off from the top of him, making him hiss out in pain once more.
"You are such an ass."
"Okay." He nodded, sitting himself up on the bed so he was now leaning against the headboard.
"Okay? That's all you are going to say?" He heard the disbelief in her voice when she said that and wondered what kind of reaction, she had expected from him. If this was her opinion of him, that was all right, she was entitled to have one. He would not argue with her.
"The shirt is over there," Calum said eventually, pointing towards the place by the door where her t-shirt was lying on the bag with his football gear. Instead of thanking him, the girl just scoffed before going to get it. He might have been an ass, but she was not with the best manners either. His guess was that she would leave this part out though when telling about this to her friends. To be honest, he didn't really understand what was all the dramatical sighing, stumping around and sending him offended looks about.
They have met yesterday. It was obvious what was the whole interaction leading to and no matter how hard he had tried; he couldn't think of anything that could have given her the idea that this would be anything more than a one-night stand.
