Sex Addicts Therapy - Cake

thirty-nine

luke
calum grabbed my hand and intertwined it underneath the table.

as much as i wanted to pull away, i couldn't.

our hands felt so right, together.

they fit perfectly as if they were made for one another.

he lifted my chin up with his free hand "i'm sorry baby, i promise i only have eyes for you" he said kissing my cheek gently

man am i just a sucker for everything he does.

a/n
can you guys read my new story? it's called Bad Boy, Good Intentions (: , it's cake . Calum's bad ass (;