EroticReverie

Sloane

I sleep like the fucking baby Jesus in his manger. I fall asleep in the arms of Callum O’Connor, without a care in the fucking world. Nothing matters except for how perfect it feels to fall asleep in his arms. 

However when I wake up and lay there in the bed of my apparent new home, I realize how lost I was last night in the dream of what I always wanted.  There was no question that I still wanted everything I agreed to. A life with Callum. A life I deserved. But now, the dream was also twisted with the reality of having to deal with my parents, and Callums parents , and most of all Liam. I know I don’t owe him anything, not after the way he treated me. But I still felt guilty somehow. 

But I let the reality slip away and smile to myself as I listen to the Christmas music playing downstairs. It’s barely audible , but I can smell Callum cooking food for breakfast and hear the holiday music softly humming through the walls. 

I turn my head , fat thick snowflakes fall outside the window and onto the little balcony. I smile at the rainbow lights lining the railing and the multi colored glow of them still lit beneath the snow. My heart beats loud in my chest as I think of last night. Pulling up to this house, seeing it how I always pictured it growing up. Then learning that it was Callums house. And he’s put all those rainbow lights up. Just for me. What made it even better isnt they weren’t fancy LED lights. They were the old vintage multi color, that provided all the nostalgia of being a little kid and having the same lights on our tree.  He’d done it for me. Without even knowing if I’d even see it. He did it for himself , because it reminded him, of me. My heart twists and thumps and I feel my eyes water, because nothing has ever made me feel so seen, so truly loved.  It’s the most romantic thing in the world to me and i know that being with Callum, I’ll have plenty more romantic gestures throughout my life. The kind of gestures Liam never cared to make. 

I slip out of bed and walk to the en-suite bathroom and used my finger to brush my teeth and use some of Callums mouthwash. 

I smirk at myself in the mirror , knowing my wild hair is more that just mussed up from sleep. But from some of the best sex I’ve ever had. Sure. I only had a body count of two now. But I knew I could sleep with ten million men and never experience what I did last night. 

I walk out of the bathroom and to the closet and grab a pair of Callums sweats and a hoodie, I roll the waist of the pants till the pants are dragging on the floor and tie them , then pull on the hoodie. The pants are plain black and the hoodie is a college one and even though it’s clean. It still smells of his cologne and I lift the neck of it and inhale deeply. I could get used to this. The smell of him on me. I already was addicted to it. I wanted to wear his clothes , make love to him daily, and make a life here in this house. I wanted to be his wife , the mother to his children and it felt so surreal that I was here. With him. Finally. 

I toss my hair up into a nest ontop of my head and grab a pair of his socks and pull them on and then make my way downstairs. 

God. This man has to be kidding me. I round the corner into the kitchen. Callum has his back to me. His bare back, in nothing but black boxers with candy canes and snowmen all over them, and on his head is a fucking Santa hat. 

“I know….yes….i really don’t care Ma.” I hear him speaking and realize he’s holding his cellphone to his head. I was too distracted by his perfect ass and glorious back to notice he was holding his cell. 

“We’ll see. I’ll talk to Sloane………no……well that’s on your other son…listen ma, I’m not talking about this, if Sloane wants to discuss it with everyone , she will, but I’m not forcing her into anything she doesn’t want to do” he says and I swallow. 

“Listen Ma, I love you, but we’re not doing this right now. I’ll call you in a little bit after she wakes up and I see what she wants to do for the day……..no….i don’t know…Ma, I’ll call you alright? Yes. I promise. Alright, yeah, uh huh…yes, I’ll call you. Love you” I listen to his end of the conversation and then watch him end the call with a huff and set down the phone. 

He turns around with two plates, and stops and looks at me. A big smile crossing his face as he looks me up and down and then lands his eyes on mine. 

“Morning Sugarplum” he says and I melt all over. 

“Morning” I smile. “Was that your mom?” I ask. 

He nods and walks over to the small little nook with an arched window and sets down the plates. 

“We’ll talk about that in a bit. Come, sit, eat breakfast with me baby” he says and walks right over to me and I look up at him and he’s already got his arms out for me and sink into them. Wrapping mine around his torso. I rest my head on his chest and close my eyes. God. It felt good. 

“You sleep well?” He asks and leans my back as he kisses the top of my head and I nod. 

“Like a baby” I say and he hums. 

“Yeah. My baby.” He says and I smile and pull back and lift my chin and look up at him. He gives me a wink with the smile that’s always had my heart. 

He leans down and places a kiss on my lips. 

“Can I say one thing before we eat?” He asks and I laugh. 

“You can say two things, or three, you can say whatever you want” I say and he smiles and steps back and looks me up and down. 

“You look so fucking good in my clothes Sugarplum.” He says and I smile. 

“Good. Because they’re comfy and I might only ever wear your sweats and hoodies for the rest of my life.” I say and he smiles. 

“Fine by me babe” he says and then grabs my hand and gently pulls me to the table and I smile when I look down at the finger bread shaped pancakes. With little blue berries down its torso and then two on the head for eyes. A mouth made of banana and a hat of whipped cream on its head. 

“You made me pancakes in the shape of gingerbread men” I say and feel my heart grown another ten sizes too big for my chest. 

“Cute right?” He says with a proud little smile as he looks at them. But I’m looking at him now and I can’t believe I made the mistake of wasting all that time with Liam. It was him. It was always him. And I let my brain try to reason away what I felt in my heart. Convincing myself this wasn’t a possibility for me. That I’d never be with Callum. 

“I love you” I sigh and he looks to me and smiles wider. 

“Love you too Sugarplum” he says and places another kiss on my head and then gestures for me to sit. But I don’t. I place my hands on his chest and look up at him. 

“Promise me you’ll love me forever” I say and his brows pinch and he tilts his head as he lifts his hand to my cheek. 

“I promise I’ll love you forever Sloane” he says and I nod. 

“Okay.” I say and he smiles softly. 

“Now say it back” he says and I gifs a little laugh. 

“ I promise to love you forever too” I say and he inhales deeply and lets out a long  exhale. 

“I need you to eat , so I can make love to you again” he says and I smile with a little laugh. 

“You could just do that now” I say with a. Shrug. 

His stomach rumbles on queue and I laugh. 

“Okay. Let’s feed this monster.” I say and pay his stomach. His hard abs are like a fucking brick and I bite my lip as my hand lingers. My fingers tracing the ridges. 

“Sit, Sugarplum” he groans. 

“Youre just so hard, I mean…your stomach” I say and smirk at him. 

“Behave” he says and gently pushes me to my side of the table and I laugh and take my seat.