Kisses were easily your favorite form of intimacy. Forehead kisses. Cheek kisses. Quick goodbye kisses. Long hello kisses. Slow, deep kisses. Warm, sleepy kisses. As long as lips were on skin, you were a fan.
Lucky for you, Calum spoke a similar language. It was the way how no matter what you were doing, the moment his lips were on you, you stopped dead in your tracks, the world falling away. And he'd watch in delight as a warmth spread through your body and a cheesy grin broke out across your face. It was usually followed by your cheeks flushing, and a muttered scold of "Cal!" in an embarrassed tone before quickly resuming your task, but you both knew that you lived for those sweet interruptions.
You leaned against the bed as you toed off your shoes and scrolled through your phone, too lazy to make the effort to actually sit down fully on the bed. Calum grabbed a towel from the cupboard, tucking it under his arm before peeling off his shirt. "I'm gonna take a shower," he mentioned, moving to stand by you to be closer to the hamper as he tossed his discarded shirt into it. He missed, the fabric falling softly to the floor. "Damn..."
"S'alright," you told him, not taking your eyes off your phone. "I'll get it. Go take your shower, love." You casually adjusted to have your arms propping you up to keep you from sliding down the edge of the bed as your socked toes dug to keep their grip on the carpeted floor.
"Wanna join me?" he asked, ducking down to give you a kiss at the same time you started slipping down the side of the bed again. He gave a smug little laugh as his hands flew to your waist. "I know I make your knees weak, but Jesus, don't fall."
"Shut up!" you laughed, pushing him back. "The blankets are causing me to slide down."
"Mhm, sure... blame the blankets."
"Shut up," you muttered again, shaking your head as your cheeks turned pink.
"So, that's a no on joining me in the shower?"
"I dunno," you shrugged, playing coy. "My knees seem to be on the weak side."
The small smirk that had been gracing his lips since his quick-witted quip grew. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I gotcha." And as if to prove it, he swiftly picked you up in his arms, and when you started to squeal in surprise and protest, he silenced you with another kiss, grinning all the more when your body relaxed into his hold.
