Calum is gone.
Gone.
I wake up alone. My palm moves over the bed. It’s warm. That means he couldn’t have been gone for long. I reach for my phone to call him but the blue note pinned to the top of the drawer catches my attention. His handwriting elicits a smile out of me. It looks like the note was written in a rush.
I’ll be back soon – C
Why didn’t he just wake me? I dial his number but he doesn’t pick. The second time, it’s unreachable. Who will check his wound? Is this him trying to avoid me after baring his soul to me? That’s not unlike him but I force the doubts out of my mind.
Yesterday was different. Calum loves me and I love him too. We can make this relationship work. I head into the kitchen to make breakfast for two.
He will be back today, right?
False.
Few minutes past seven and Calum is not back yet. I pace the living room, phone in
My eyes snap open. We stare at each other. Was that his plan? To steal kisses from me and leave? No fucking way.“Sorry for what?” Calum moistens his lips and I feel his regrets. He is sorry for kissing me. For touching me. Is this how it will always be with us? I launch an attack on him, raining punches on his chest, his shoulders. “I hope you had fun at your dumb club.”“Cathy.” He darts a look at the door in warning but I don’t care. I’m tired of him. “Cathy, stop.”“No, you stop,” I snap. My punches grow more frantic, he grabs my wrists and pins me under him. The fight leaves my body and my arms fall to my sides. “Where were you the whole day? Where?”Moving, Calum repositions on the edge of the bed and folds his hands behind his neck. I hate him and I love him. Fuck him. “With a producer. It wasn’t supposed to be the whole day but we ende
I hate mother’s day because it reminds me mine is gone. So, on this particular Sunday, what do I do? I avoid everyone with mothers and request a ride to church from Dad so I can visit mine after the mass. Calum would have offered to drive me but we haven’t said a word to each other since third term began. He is good at making himself invisible so avoiding him has been easier than I thought.Away from the eyes, away from the mind, right?All lies.Voices from downstairs have my steps faltering on the staircase. I can hear Dad’s voice. He asked me to join them in the living room when I was ready. My grasp on my phone is hard enough to crack the screen but I don’t ease up. Dani’s voice is louder, she’s laughing at something Dad must have said to her. I’m on the last stair, so close to them but my heart begs me to race back to my room and hide. I don’t want to see anybody that reminds me of him.
“Will you come back to me?” “I will. I’ll always come back to you, Cathy.” My head raises, he slides his palms up to cup my face. The sincerity in his gaze floors me. I don’t know what he wants to say but I believe him. In the end, we will be fine. “Home is wherever you are, superstar. I will always come back home.” * * * Calum finally decides to give his stepsister what she wants. Himself. All of him. The emotional back and forth has taken a toll on him and he's ready to settle. But on certain conditions. Dating his stepsister shouldn't be hard but there are rules they must follow; One: keep it a secret. Two: no touching in public. Three: no pet names. Four: refer to rules one, two and three. These rules seem pretty easy but breaking them is easier. And the problem Cathy has with all four rules is this: she wants to show her first boyfriend off. She wants to kiss him in public, smack his ass, steal chips from his plate and make TicToc
My first understanding of the anonymity Calum was so worried about is on our way out of the cemetery. The question of: how to leave here?Do we leave holding hands or as strangers or with me cuddled in his arms like I am now?“It’s dark enough,” Calum offers.I lock my legs around his waist, he laughs into my neck and starts for the car. My body hums in response to our close contact. I’m grinning as he tucks me into the front seat. Shutting my door, he leans on the car to make a call. I grab his hand through the open window and place a kiss on the inside of his wrist.It feels so surreal. I haven’t fully processed it. Part of me still thinks this is a dream, that he will wake up tomorrow and change his mind. I mean, this is Calum Dissick. That won’t be so surprising.“Sure,” he says into the phone. “We’ll be late. Yeah.” The phone disappears into his pocket. Turning
Calum is missing after school on Monday. So, the task of taking me home falls to my dad. He leaves immediately I get out of the car to join his wife for a date. They are too in love. I roll my eyes all the way inside the house till I hear the clangs of pans from the kitchen. A grin teases a corner of my lips when I find my stepbrother stirring stuff in a bowl.My laughter breaks out and his head jerks up.“Hey, superstar.” Giggling, my bag drops to my feet. I grab his collar to kiss him hard and fast because I missed him so much. “Missed you.”I sweep his hair back and peck his lips. “Me too. Where were you?” I point to the bowl of creamy paste, then the eggs. I have an idea what he’s making as there are pans on the counter. But I want to hear his beautiful voice. “What are you doing?”“Making cupcakes for my superstar,” he says.A dot of batter drops to
CALUMNo sooner are the words out of my lips when Cathy jumps off me. She moves with the speed of light to confirm the door is locked. Her ass swings in her gown. Maybe it’s deliberate, maybe it’s not but I love the way the material clings to her curve.A wicked smile adorns her lips as she struts back to me. Standing over me with her hands on her waist, she nods towards the room. “Here or the bed?”“The bed, of course.”The first time has to be perfect. She pulls me up to my feet. I scoop her into my arms before she can protest and her legs instantly lock around my waist. Her eyes are alight with mischief but it’s the tenderness beneath that turns my heart to mush.“Thank you,” she whispers.Sincerely confused, I ask, “For what?”I should be grateful to Cathy for her doggedness. We wouldn’t be here if she had listened to me. I kiss her again
To love my stepbrother is to be utterly enamoured by him and everything he does. It’s like taking a trip to another world; a place I have always wanted to be. I’m happy in that place, cuddled in his arms after sex until we hear the sound of our parents car.Then everything comes crashing down.The next few seconds have both of us scrambling to fix ourselves. We hear our parents voices call out to us in greeting but our focus is on flushing the used condom, airing the room so it smells less of sex.“I don’t like this,” Calum says when we’re done cleaning. I unlock the door and return to him on the bed. With a grim smile, I lace our fingers. We can’t cuddle for fear of them showing up and meeting us in that position. I don’t want him to doubt us but I understand. He hugs me and my heart cracks. This will be tougher than I thought. In my head, it was easy. But reality is harsher. “I want to cud
I hate mornings. Because every time I wake, I’m reminded Calum won’t be there on the bed with me. All I have to remember our amazing nights are his lingering scent and the warm bed. He always sneaks off to his room before anyone wakes. Today, I’m particularly cranky because I’m losing sleep. It’s bad for me but midnight is our best time together. In school, we can’t get too close and there’s so little time between the drive to school.After getting dressed, I stomp out of my room. Dad stopped asking if I needed a ride since the new term began, he knows Calum will handle it. Calum’s door opens. We stare at each other, then he pulls me into his room. His lips are on mine before the door fully shuts. My brain falls asleep and my hands slide into his shirt. He groans into my mouth but I only kiss him harder. I know how much he loves it.“What was that for?” I breathe out, mouth so close t