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    Callum laughed as he shrugged out of the sleeves of his shirt. “Easy now,” he warned.
    Charlie’s eyes danced wildly with fire and excitement for the man stood before her. From head to toe he was the perfect poster guy from any young girl’s fantasy. From the way he meticulously kept his black hair with the silver grey tints styled to perfection; to his well-groomed, dark, designer stubble that lightly dusted his well defined jaw; to his tall, lean and muscular body that was lightly tanned from his time outside supervising builds. He was the epitome of what Charlie considered perfection.
    “Quit staring,” Callum laughed, neatly putting his shoes and socks on the floor before pulling off his trousers and boxers.
    Flicking her eyes over his gloriously naked body, Charlie paused as her breath caught and a sudden rush of heat flooded her face and spread thighs. Placing a hand on both sides of the table next to her, she let her eyes drink in Callum’s very aroused and erect state.
    “Fuck me,” she demanded.
    His eyes widened momentarily with surprise at her unusual boldness before the darkness slowly crept back in. “Lie back,” he commanded, roughly gripping her legs. “If fucking is want you want, then I am more than happy to oblige, Baby.”
     
     
     
     

Six
     
    “Wake up, Baby.” Callum lightly nudged Charlie with his elbow.
    Stretching her arms above her head, she lazily opened her eyes to see the fuzzy frame of Callum looming over her. “Glasses,” she mumbled, turning her head towards the bedside table.
    “Here,” he smiled, putting them on for her before leaning back to sit cross legged on the bed.
     His early morning happiness had her feeling a little wary. It wasn’t like Callum to be awake first, and it certainly wasn’t like him to be this upbeat and perky.
    “You’re awfully happy this morning?” She nodded curiously towards his dimpled cheeks and rather large smirk. “Should I be worried?”
    “Am I not allowed to get up early and make my beautiful girlfriend a cup of tea?” he shrugged, leaning across to pick up the steaming mug from the bedside table.
    Taking the mug from him, Charlie eyed Callum suspiciously. “Ummm... Thanks?”
    “You’re welcome.”
    Something was definitely up, Charlie could sense it. The fact that he had made her a drink in bed was evidence enough. She couldn’t remember the last time he had made her a cup of tea, let alone bring it upstairs.
    Partly this was her own fault and she knew it. As a tea-o-holic, she had very particular standards when it came to her drinks. As for most Brits, tea played an important part of Charlie’s day, so she had to make sure that it was the right colour for her liking. With a weak tea tasting like a cup of wee and a strong builder’s tea tasting suicidal, it was all about the right shade for the right taste. Callum had attempted and failed on many occasions to make her tea correctly. In the end he just gave up due to her damn pickiness.
    Taking a small sip, she was surprised that he had come so close. “Not bad,” she praised, taking another sip and putting it on the bedside table.
    He grinned. “I made five bloody cups before I was satisfied.”
    “Five?”
    “Yep, the milk had gone funny. It wasn’t until cup number four that I actually realised this though.”
    She laughed out loud.
    “That’s fine. You sit there and laugh at my misfortune and pathetic tea making skills,” he pouted. “I was in that little Sainsbury’s down the road at seven thirty this morning buying fresh milk for you. I can’t even remember the last time I went into a supermarket like that with all the other early risers.”
    She took in his tousled bed hair along with the black pyjama bottoms and plain white vest he wore to bed last night. Smiling to herself, Charlie lifted her mug and took another sip of her drink. The funniest image of Callum walking along Deansgate in his pyjamas popped into her head. Although she knew