His hands. I watched his hands as they clutched the hem of my skimpy dress, as he rubbed the lace in between his fingers, inspecting it almost.
His chest. His smooth, toned, dark chest. It consumed me, distracting me from what was really going on. All I could think about was his chest on mine, becoming one with each other.
His lips. Those full, red, swollen lips from the hours before downstairs. I imagined them touching every inch of my body, making their way around my neck , down to my stomach, moving closer and closer...
I never thought I would become this close to Calum Hood. He always seemed so distant, as if from another world with another set of friends and a family who loved him and people who admired him. I'm just a normal girl from a town in the middle of no where with a friend who left me to fuck a famous guy and a family who doesn't realize I exist most of the time. How did this all happen?
His hand gripped my thigh even harder, the other pulling my dress above my head. The silky, black dress was now hanging off the side of the bed, exposing myself to him. He sat back on the bed and seemed to admire me, all my flaws and freckles and marks that have been hidden away for no one to see- until tonight.
"You're so beautiful," he said, still sitting back on his heels.
"Thank you," I said, muffling my voice with my arm, the other covering my chest.
Vulnerability is a strange feeling. You feel so exposed, so open, so free. Yet you feel so scared and anxious. Except I didn't tonight.
Calum made me love my body. He taught me that it's okay to love your skin and the discoloration of your hands and your stomach or the awkwardly positioned freckles on your back. Those are what make you beautiful and different from anyone else in the world. And tonight, he showed me that it was okay to feel vulnerable to him.
a.n.
i am so ready for this you have no idea
there is more smut to come :-)))
-hailey