The sight of Calum coming out of the walk in closet in the casual attire of nothing but some plaid red sleep pants, while an unusual, was not disappointing. When he finally decided to return upstairs to you, he was pleased to see you had decided to start following instructions, but he had decided he much preferred the look of you kneeling on the floor, your eyes trained to the floor, unable to anticipate what was to come.
A/N ok friends we have good news and bad news. Bad News: This chapter is largely build up, sorry. Good news: I’ve already finished part 8, and I’m queuing it up for tomorrow night! So Merry Christmas and enjoy! (Also like lemme know what u think…pls.) ps. I got an automatic beta to compensate for my horrid writing…you’re welcome.
The peaks of the late morning’s sunlight were forcing their way into the room through the cracks of the curtains, beckoning you to push back the heavy comforter holding you to the king size bed. The daylight didn’t seem to recall that you had nothing worth getting up to. Without looking at your phone, you were sure it must be 10 or so by now, and Calum’s side of the bed has been vacated long ago.