Deal // Calum Hood

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Annabelle.

When I finally stopped crying, Calum stopped his warm embrace and then we sat, knees touching, talking for hours.
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"That reminds me of something my ex-girlfriend used to do actually." Calum laughed to himself. My stomach clenched at the thought of him being with someone else.
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"What, pickles?" I laughed in confusion, keeping my feelings very hidden.
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He nodded, a giant grin spreading across his face. "She was obsessed with pickles, she had pickled everything and her breath was forever revolting."
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I scrunched up my nose in disgust, personally pickles made me feel ill just by looking at them.
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"Why did you break up?" I asked before I could stop myself.
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He sighed heavily, his eyes lost in one of his many posters behind me as he thought of the right words.
"We weren't right from the very beginning."
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I peered at him, intrigued. I didn't question it further though, I didn't want to seem intrusive. Thankfully he appeared to be in sharing mood, as. A few moments later he continued.
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"We always knew the other didn't fully feel the way we were supposed to. We did because everyone expected us to date. She was the bad girl of her school and I was the bad boy of mine. It was practically forced upon us. Anyway. She was never my type, and she was so aggressive. It made me uncomfortable." He shrugged. "And she discovered that I wasn't the asshole everyone thought me to be and that was the final straw."
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For some reason, his words make me like him more. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if we dated. The thought alone gave me butterfly's.
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"But you know, all my girlfriends have had their own odd likes and dislikes."
I smiled awkwardly at the way he looked at me like I'd understand.
"So what about you?" He asked.
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"Me?"
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"Yeah, any weird ex-boyfriend stories?"
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I swallowed the lump in my throat and my cheeks began to burn up.
"To have any of them, I would have to have had a boyfriend, which I haven't so . . . Yeah." Everything about my body became awkward as I told him the pitiful truth.
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To my surprise, he seemed shocked.
"You can't be serious." He looked at me dead in the eye.
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I shrugged, not knowing what else to tell him.
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"Wait, seriously?" He took a double take. Why didn't he believe me?
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"Well, I mean, look at me. I'm hardly an oil painting, and I'm about as interesting as a piece of rock."
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"Annabelle." He shook his head, his voice deadly serious. "I think you're the most interesting person I know. You're certainly more interesting than all the other brain dead girls I've spoken to . . . And about the whole oil painting thing, I think you're gorgeous."
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I laughed light heartedly. Yeah right.
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He stared at me with such integrity and seriousness that my laughter began to slow.
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"Seriously." Calum said. His voice was husky and choked. My laughter totally stopped.
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I felt the heat flood my neck and I could sense myself blushing. I stared at my crossed legs and then at his duvet. I knew that Calum was looking at me now with as much certainty as I knew that if I looked up he was going to kiss me. And it took me by surprise how much I wanted to be kissed by him, to realise that id thought about it so often that I'd memorised the exact shape of his lips, that Id imagined running my finger down the cleft of his chin,
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My eyes flickered upward. Calum was waiting for me. It wasn't slow and gentle. We flew to each other like moth to a flame. More burning passion than any story ever told.
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That was how it started.
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We kissed manically at first, but then we realised we had all the time in the world and both relaxed into it. His hands were cupping my face, and then they were in my hair. Mine were on his back and in his hair and up his arms.
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We kissed for what seemed to be forever before I accidentally tugged at his hair. It caused Calum to release a rugged, involuntary moan.
We parted instantly, both intensely blushing and completely breathless.
"I'm sorry." He breathed, embarrassed. "I'm so sorry."
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"It's okay." I promised.
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"No. I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything because of . . . You know. I didn't call you gorgeous for this. I said it because I meant it." He said carefully. I leant forward and kissed him without hesitation.
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"But what if I want it too." I whispered into his ear, causing him to groan and kiss me again. He lay me down and took off his t-shirt before pressing his lips to mine again. His warm hands creeped up under my shirt as he gently rubbed my hips.
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After a while my shirt was off too, along with the rest of our clothes.
He looked down and kissed me meaningfully.
"You ready, sweetheart?"