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Callie

Chapter 6

John let out a breath as he rolled off of Callie. "We shouldn't…" He began, running a hand across his sweaty forehead.

Callie rolled over lightning fast and slapped her hand over his mouth so he couldn't finish his sentence. "Don't say 'we shouldn't have done that' or 'it can never happen again'." She said as John looked at her, amused. "We both know it will." She said before rolling onto her side, facing away from him.

John smiled at her back and a few minutes later rolled onto his side, snuggling closer to the woman. "You're right," He whispered, thinking she might be trying to sleep.

Callie's eyes snapped open when she felt John's chest pressing against her back. And she swore she felt his arm hovering over her waist. She glanced down at his arm right as he rested it on her body, essentially pulling her closer. This never happened. John never stayed after sex and there was definitely no cuddling; not to say she wouldn't enjoy it. It was actually a nice feeling knowing John was there, content enough to just lay there next to her. Callie closed her eyes with a smile pulling at her lips when she realized John was going to actually stay the night.

That thought was unfortunately interrupted by the shrill ringing of a cell phone. John gently pulled himself away from what he thought was a sleeping Callie when he recognized his ringtone. He searched for his pants on the ground and once he located them, he pulled out his phone and immediately silenced it before answering it. "Hello," He greeted in a quiet voice, keeping his back to Callie, not wanting to wake her.

"John? Dude, where are you?" Mike's voice echoed through his phone. John frantically pressed the volume down button on the side of his phone. He never realized how loud he had it set.

"What are you talking about?" John asked, confused.

"Did you forget already?" Mike asked. "We talked before our flight today about meeting at your place before going out tonight."

John closed his eyes at his stupidity when he remembered what his friend was talking about. "Dude, sorry I forgot. You there now?"

"Yeah man, where are you? And why are you whispering?"

John began to frantically think of a logical place he could be. "I'm at the grocery store. I'll head home now, you know where my spare key is, let yourself in."

"Ok but seriously, why are you talking so quiet?" Mike asked.

John rolled his eyes. "Because we don't all have to be as loud and obnoxious as you are. I'll be home in a few." He said before hanging up, not giving his friend a chance to defend himself. He turned around and cringed when he saw Callie awake, propped up on her elbows. "Sorry, did I wake you?" He asked apologetically.

She shook her head. "I wasn't sleeping. You're leaving?" She asked based off of what she heard of his conversation on the phone.

John nodded as he pulled on his boxer briefs and jeans. "Yeah, I forgot but I am supposed to meet Mike at my house before we go out tonight."

Callie's expression remained blank as she took this information in. He wasn't staying the night like she'd stupidly thought. He wasn't cuddling with her after all. "Have fun," She couldn't help but say coldly as she rolled over so he wouldn't see her eyes glistening with tears.

John let out a sigh at her expression and cold tone. "Hey," He whispered before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed, placing his hand on her hip. "I'm sorry,"

"It's fine," She said quickly, now just wanting him to leave so she could cry freely.

John felt her disappointment. "Really, Callie, I wish I could just blow him off and stay here with you but I don't have any good excuses." He said honestly. He couldn't even begin to describe how nice it had felt to actually wrap his arms around her after they had sex. It was like a dream to be able to pull her close to him and bury his face in her sweet smelling hair. Callie didn't say anything and John felt like a dick. "I'm-" He began but was cut off.

"Like I said John, it's fine. You better get going, Mike's waiting." She said bitterly before scooting further away from him and burying her head into her pillow.

John let out another sigh before standing up and pulling on his shirt and quietly leaving.

Callie woke up the next morning with a smile on her face. She had had wonderful dreams of her and John as a couple, going public. After lying in bed for a couple minutes, she thought about what had happened last night and she felt bad. She wished John could have stayed but they weren't anything serious and she couldn't just expect him to drop everything for her. She couldn't help but feel like she'd acted like a little brat and she knew she had to apologize to John. She reached over and grabbed her cell, typing a quick text message and sending it off before she could change her mind. After taking a quick shower and putting on some make up, she squeezed into a pair of skinny jeans and a pink v-neck boyfriend tee. After grabbing her purse and sliding on a black zip up hoodie, she got in her car to get out of the house. She stopped by a drug store and grabbed a couple of gossip magazines before walking across the parking lot to a Starbucks. After ordering her drink, she sat down in a plush chair as she took a sip of her iced coffee and opened the magazine to get dish on celebrities.

John woke up that same morning and yesterday's events immediately flooded his memory. He remembered flying home, giving Callie a ride to her place, sleeping with her and then he remembered how good it felt to have his arms wrapped around her. And then Mike had called and that's when his night went south. He felt so awful about leaving Cal that he just couldn't get her off his mind all night and he'd even left the bar, he, Mike and some of Mike's friends when to, early.

He walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup of milk. He knew he had feelings for Callie that were way deeper than they should be and judging by how she reacted last night when he left instead of staying with her, he had a feeling she liked him too. Though he wasn't sure if she realized her feeling and he wasn't sure if he was going to do anything about it.

Mike was his friend and he wanted him to be happy. And he really likes Callie. He didn't want to stand in his friend's way of finding true love. But at the same time, he didn't want them together because he wanted to be with Callie. And then, not to mention the totally awkward situation of his ex, Melina being best friends with Callie.

John groaned as he rubbed his hand over his face. Things were way too complicated and he didn't want to think about it anymore. He just wanted to do what his heart was telling him to do, which was to be with Callie and forget about what other people thought, but he just couldn't let go of his brain telling him to be a good friend and just forget about her.

He walked back into his bedroom and changed into a pair of track pants and a wife beater. He grabbed his tennis shoes and walked downstairs, setting them down next to the couch. He sat down and looked at his phone that was resting on the coffee table in front of him. He picked it up when he saw he had a text message. His heart almost beat out of his chest when he saw it was from Callie. Hey, sorry about last night. I feel bad, I had no right to act like a little brat. Hope you had fun.

John smiled when he read her text. He definitely wasn't expecting an apology because she didn't need to, he did.

Callie set her coffee on the table and pulled her phone out of her jacket pocket when she felt it vibrate. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw it was a text from John. No need to apologize. I'm the one that's sorry.

She smiled as she read that. She knew he had no reason to apologize but it was a nice gesture. Well how was your night?

She turned her attention back to her magazine, though she couldn't read any of the words, she could only focus on the pictures. She was desperately awaiting a reply. She didn't have to wait long, a second later, her phone vibrated. Let's just say, I wish I would have stayed with you.

If she wasn't in public, she would have swooned. Me too. She replied boldly. After she hit send, she bit her lip, wondering if maybe she shouldn't have said that.

John looked down at his phone as it buzzed and read what she said. That was definitely not the response he was expecting. If he didn't know any better, he would say she was…flirting. He was still trying to absorb the fact that they were texting. They didn't even speak in person. Sure they had the same friends, but they themselves weren't really friends. All they did was have sex. But as he typed his reply, he couldn't help but think that it wouldn't stay that way for long.

A grin spread across Callie's face and she had to force herself not to squeal like a little schoolgirl. I'll make it up to you.

She herself couldn't believe they were flirting. In broad daylight no less! Their relationship, if you could call if that, pretty much only existed in the dark. When?

John felt a rush of adrenaline flow through him when he read her reply as he walked to his car to go to his parkour session. Tonight, my place.

He knew it was a risk having her come to his place. Hell, it was risky enough going to her place the few times he had. But he had always pretty much had an open door policy at his place with his friends. He didn't mind them just dropping by to hang out and having Callie over might not be the smartest idea. He couldn't count the number of times Melina or Mike have dropped by without letting him know. You sure? Callie asked him, knowing his friends were always over.

But John was willing to risk it. Yeah, head over around eight.

A/N: Woo hoo, progress! Thanks for all your great reviews, i love them! :)