The Lies In The Love

ChapterThirteen - I Forgot Where I Was For A Moment

Danielle

I jolt awake, disoriented and uncertain where I am. I scan the room, but recognition escapes me.

“Danielle, are you okay?”

The familiar voice next to me helps me relax at last. I quickly remember that I am at Callan’s place. I look over to the spot beside me, where he is gazing up at me with a worried expression.

I rake my fingers through tangled hair, feeling drained. My body throbs from last night, but it was worthwhile.

“Yes, I am fine. I didn’t realise where I was when I woke up.”

I grab my phone to check the time. It's six a.m. I refuse to rise this early. We only slept for three hours. My body demands rest. I sigh and sink back down.

Callan chuckles and rolls onto his side to face me. “Still exhausted?”

I follow his lead and turn onto my side as well, but I keep the covers over my mouth to avoid knocking him out with my stinky morning breath—no one needs to smell that right after waking up.

“Yes. I feel like I haven’t slept at all.”

Part of me wants to leave and go home to sleep, but I lack the energy. I need to stay here for now and will leave after getting some more rest. I don’t want to stay too long, as I don’t want him to misinterpret my intentions.

A smirk plays on his lips as he moves closer, attempting to pull the covers away from my face. “I could help you fall asleep again quickly.”

I grip the covers more tightly, resisting his pull. “Not happening. She's still sore and sensitive. You're not getting anywhere near her.” I chuckle.

No matter how incredible it was, my body isn't used to such intense pleasure. I admit I can't take any more right now.

Callan chuckles loudly. “Okay, then I will leave you alone, for now.”

“Thank you.”

Callan reaches in, suddenly and caresses my wrist. “Does that hurt?”

I look to see what he is referring to and notice a little bruising on my wrists. “No, they are fine. I didn’t even notice them.”

He sighs. “I am sorry. The cuffs must have been too tight. I will make sure that doesn’t happen again,” he says, looking guilty.

“You have nothing to apologise for.” I smile.

We both bear marks—bruises, scratches, bites—from last night’s thrills. His back is lined with scratches from my nails, which he relished. Clearly, he favors rough play.

“I will be more careful next time,” he smiles.

I nod. “Let’s get a little more sleep. I’ll leave after.”

“There is no need to rush off, sweetness. I am not going to throw you out.”

“I know, but I want to stick to our plan. I don’t want to stay any longer than needed,” I say honestly.

I shift away as he moves behind me. The warmth of his bare skin presses to my back, his front against mine. His arm drapes over me, and he plants kisses on my shoulder.

“Okay, I get that. Get some rest. At least let me feed you before you leave, okay?”

“Feed me? What am I, a puppy?” I tease.

Callan laughs too. “You know what I meant.”

“I did. I may allow that, or even a coffee, to get me going for the day.”

“Whatever you need, sweetness. Now, shh, I am trying to sleep.”

I roll my eyes before closing them, waiting for sleep to overtake me once more. Callan presses his face into my shoulder and makes sure I'm snugly covered. I smile at his tenderness, letting myself relax and gradually drift off again.

****

Hours pass, and it's now late afternoon. Despite my plan to leave early, Callan persuaded me to stay longer. He made sure I ate and had coffee, and before I knew it, we ended up back in bed. I surrendered the moment he touched me, craving him all over again.

I pull myself away from his grasp and try to climb into bed, but Callan quickly stops me, tightening his hold.

“Callan, I need to go home,” I whine.

“No, you don’t need to go home. You want to, there is a difference. It is nearly dinner time. You may as well stay for dinner, and then I promise I will let you leave.”

I wonder why Callan wants me to stay longer, hoping he doesn’t want to change our original agreement. We chose it because it helped maintain boundaries, and nothing about my intentions has changed.

“Fine, but after dinner, I leave. God, you are a pain in the ass.”

Callan smiles brightly at me. “Yes, yes, I am, and you love it.”

I wriggle myself from his hold to go and use the bathroom. We need to shower, too. Returning to the bedroom, I stand at the bottom of his bed, still naked. He sits up and runs his eyes over my naked body, licking his lips. He groans.

I rest my hand on my hip, and he lifts his head to meet my eye, and I raise my brow. “Are you done being a perv?”

“For now. Are you going to just stand there, or are you coming back to bed?”

“I am not coming back into the bed. I need a shower. Can I use your shower?”

Callan smirks and crawls down the bed, kneeling before me. “Yes, but only if I can join?”

Where does he get all his stamina from? I have never met a man with so much.

I lean down, my hands on the bed and stare him straight in the eye. “You can join, but you aren’t allowed to touch.”

“Fine!” he whines and crosses his arms over his chest.

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk away. If he changes his mind and lures me to stay, I might not go home tonight. Another night couldn’t hurt—or so I keep telling myself.