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Callie

Chapter 15

John and Callie spent the rest of the day and the majority of the next in bed. They fooled around, watched movies, fooled around some more and just talked and joked with each other. The only times they got out of bed for almost 24 hours was to eat, use the bathroom and for John to move Cal's car in his garage just in case one of their friends drove by and noticed. The pair had just rolled back onto the bed after they took a quick, much needed shower.

Callie threw her head back and laughed as John mercilessly tickled her. "Stop!" She yelled through her giggles as she contorted her body to try to get away from his torture. "John!"

He smiled as he watched her mile wide smile stretch across her face and heard those never-ending giggles. He couldn't imagine spending these past two days with anyone other than Callie and he only wished they didn't have to go back on the road tomorrow night. He rolled off of her, ceasing his tickling as he pulled her closed to him. Once her laughter calmed down, she cuddled up close to him, resting her head on his chest as they just sat in silence, enjoying each other's company.

"You ever wonder how easy things would be if you hadn't dated Melina and Mike hadn't had any interest in me?" She asked something she'd been wondering since they started hooking up.

He let out a sigh as he thought about her question. "I can't say it hasn't crossed my mind." He a

dmitted. "But I'm a firm believer that everything happens for a reason."

She nodded. "I completely agree." She smiled at John and leaned forward to press her lips to his. Almost immediately, he deepened the kiss and easily rolled her over so he was hovering above her. She pulled away and ran her hand over his new facial hair. "I gotta say, I'm getting used to the beard. It's sexy." His eyes darkened in lust as he hungrily kissed her again.

The doorbell rang a minute later and Callie pulled back in surprise and turned to face John. "Were you expecting anyone?" He shook his head, also confused at who it could be.

A second later they heard the front door creak open and heels clack against the hardwood floors. "John? Are you home?"

Callie wrinkled her brow. "Melina?" She asked, recognizing her friend's voice immediately.

"One sec!" He yelled out to Melina before kissing Callie once more. He immediately stood up and pulled on a pair of jeans as he walked towards the door. "Don't move, I'll be back," He said as he eyed her lustfully before walking out of his bedroom, securely closing the door behind him. "Hey Mel, what are you doing here?" He asked, pretending to be cool and calm though his heart was beating out of his chest. Thank God he and Callie had been in his room.

She turned around to face him and smiled. "Hey, sorry to just barge over here unannounced but I think I left cardigan over here the other day. I tried calling you last night when I realized I forgot it and again this morning but you didn't answer." She said apologetically.

He smiled to ease her guilt. "Sorry, I can't find that thing." He said though he knew exactly where his phone was. Both his and Callie's phones were sitting on the table next to his bed, right where he'd put them last night when he turned them both off so they wouldn't be interrupted. "Come on, I think I saw it in here," He said, gesturing for her to follow him into the living room.

Right after they walked in, Mel immediately saw her cardigan lying across the couch. "Thanks! I'm going out with some of the girls tonight and I wanted to wear this."

"Oh yeah, who are you going out with?" He asked politely.

"Maryse, Eve, and some of the other divas in town. You know, the usual suspects," She joked. "Except Cal, I couldn't get a hold of her. I went by her house earlier and she wasn't home so she's probably just out doing her thing." Little do you know, he thought to himself as he nodded. "Well, I'll get out of your hair, thanks again."

"See you later," He said as he walked her to the door. Once he saw she had reached her car, he closed the door and turned towards his room, taking the stairs two at a time. "Sorry about that," He said with a smirk as he settled into the same position he'd been in before Melina had shown up. He leaned in to kiss Cal but she turned her head so he caught her cheek.

"What was Melina doing here?" She asked trying not to show her insecurity.

He looked at her as if there was no the problem. "Oh she just forgot her jacket when she was over yesterday."

Her heart dropped. "What?" She asked, her voice quiet. "She was here yesterday?"

Her tone of voice and fallen face alerted him to the fact that there was a problem. "Yeah," He said slowly. "We weren't doing anything, she just came over and we talked for a while." She nodded and looked away. "Are you okay Cal?" He asked, concerned. He could understand the worry because Melina was his ex-girlfriend but did she really think there was still anything between them? Because there definitely wasn't.

She let out a breath and stood up, reluctantly getting out of the bed. "John, I think we should tell people about us." She said nervously, testing the waters as she pulled down his shirt he'd let her borrow from where it had rid up around her waist.

He looked at her in surprise. "What? No, we can't."

She felt so stupid for actually thinking he may be open to the idea, she should have known he would want to keep things a secret. "Is it because you still feel something for Melina?" Her insecurities couldn't help but wonder.

He stood up now. "What? Why the hell would you think that?" He was beyond confused now.

"Because she was just here yesterday before I came over,"

He nodded. "Because we're friends Callie," He was beginning to get upset now. "I've already told you I'm over her and she's over me; I don't know what it's going to take for you to get that."

She slouched her shoulders at what she was about to suggest. She never wanted to be this girl but it was all becoming too much for her. "I would like it if we went public."

He let out an angry laugh and planted his hands on his hips. "That's what I have to do prove to you that I don't have feelings for Melina? Well forget it!" He said as his voice rose. "You know damn well we can't. We would hurt too many people."

She tried to stand up straight but she felt terrible for where this conversation was heading. "Well if you and Melina are truly over each other then there should be no problem."

He shook his head and pointed a finger at her. "No, big problem. Mike will be devastated if he ever found out."

"But you didn't care a half hour ago when you were screwing me in the shower?" She asked, her voice now rising.

He simply glared at her. "I wish you'd stop throwing that in my face. You think I don't feel bad about it every single time it happens? I do, I feel awful but for some reason I just can't stop myself." He turned away from her as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "I can't believe you'd even suggest we tell people. You're so selfish."

She blinked back the tears she felt rushing to the surface. "You're right, I am selfish." John turned around, confused, obviously not expecting that reaction. She sniffed and offered him a small smile. "I have to know if you see us being anything other than a quick hook up."

"I don't think of you as a quick hook up, we have more than that," He confessed.

"But just not enough for this to go anywhere other than behind closed doors." It was a statement; she already knew what the answer was. "I really wish I didn't have to do this. I thought I could be happy with this secret occasional hook up, I thought I could keep my feelings for you under the surface and just enjoy the time I have with you." She bit her lip as she looked into John's eyes. He reached out when he saw the tears beginning to fall from her eyes but she stepped back. "But I can't anymore. You said I was being selfish," She reminded him and she nodded. "I am; I have to be. It took this moment, for me to realize that you have no intention of furthering this relationship, for me to really get that if I continue with this, my heart is just going to break." She gulped back the sobs that wanted to release before she tried to smile at him. "And it's okay, I get it. Mike's your best friend, you don't want to hurt him any further than you already have," She looked down as she ran her hands under her eyes to wipe away the tears. "But I just can't do this anymore." She paused for a second to collect her thoughts before looking back up at the man she'd grown to love. "I've never really told you how I felt, I'm sure you could have guessed that I have feelings for you," He nodded in confirmation. "Well, I wish it was that simple. John, I've fallen in love with you. And I thought nothing would make me happier than to continue being your hook up partner but unfortunately I underestimated how much it would hurt to realize that things between us won't change. To you, I will always be that girl who you had some fun with for a while but is easily replaceable. But to me, you'll always be the man I fell in love with, the one that, if things had been different, may have loved me back." John took a deep breath when she said that. Damn, she should have just stabbed him in the heart, it probably would have hurt less. He'd never had a woman pour her heart out to him like Callie had just done. Not only did he respect the hell out of her for having the courage to do so, he also found himself wondering if that's really what she thought he thought of her.

She was silent as she pulled on her clothes. She folded the shirt she'd borrowed and handed it back over. He looked at the shirt but didn't take it. "Please," She pleaded, not wanting to stick around any longer, especially when she saw the pity and sympathy in his eyes. "Take it," She cringed at the sound of her wobbly voice. Reluctantly, John grabbed the shirt from her and she let out a small breath. "I didn't want to have to tell you all that. I wish I could have just left and you'd never have to feel guilty for being so wonderful that you made me fall in love with you, but that's not the kinda girl I am." She glanced over at the door.

He saw where she was looking and he shook his head. "Callie," He said in a warning voice. No way was she going to unload all that on him and leave without allowing him to add his input.

She closed her eyes as she savored the way he said her name. "I am going to go down to the garage to get my car," She explained. "I would appreciate it if you didn't follow me."

"Callie," He said again but she was already out the door. She hurried down the stairs, scared he was going follow. John was stunned as he sat down on his bed. He heard the muffled sound of his garage door opening and it wasn't long before he heard the sound of her car starting up. Before he knew it his garage door was closing and she was racing down the street.

He let out a breath as he fell backwards on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. "What the hell just happened?" He wondered aloud. The day before and today had been going great. They'd had tons of sex and even more amazing, deep talks.

She loves me, he thought to himself. But did he love her? He wasn't sure. Did he care a hell of a lot about her? Hell yes!

Callie and he had been nothing more than acquaintances that had the same friends when they'd first hooked up. But somewhere along the lines he'd developed feelings for her that he hadn't felt for a long time. And he was slightly pissed offed that during her rant she'd watered down how he felt about her as nothing more than a trivial hook up. That couldn't be further from the truth. Sure, he'd never really come out and admitted to how he felt but hadn't she kind of gotten a hint that this was more than sex when he'd told her he was going to forget about Mike and stop worrying about his friends feelings and start enjoying their time together more?

Callie was surprised she'd made it home without getting in an accident she was crying so hard. She barely made it up to her bedroom before the full out sobs worked their way out of her throat. It was amazing that yesterday had been one of the best days of her life and today was one of the worst.

On one hand she wished she'd just kept her mouth shut and accepted the fact that John didn't want to go public. But on the other hand, she was proud of herself. It had taken a lot for her to confess her feelings and stop the relationship. But she'd laid it all out for him and he'd had nothing to say to her. And nothing could make her forget the pity and sympathy she'd seen radiating in his eyes. She didn't want his pity; she wanted his love.

She still wasn't quite sure what had triggered it all. Hearing that Melina had been at his house probably minutes before she'd shown up had a lot to do with it. She trusted John and she knew Mel was no longer interested in him but it was the memory of what they were and the fear that John could find a woman that he was more interested in in the blink of an eye; that she had always been and would always be the side piece. She'd hate to chalk up all her emotions to the jealousy but she knew it was a large portion of it. The rest had been him confirming her fear that he had no intention of ever telling anyone about them. And could she really fault him for looking out for his friend's well-being? Never. But she knew that he could have easily ended things tomorrow or next week and she would have been devastated. It helped a little that she had left on her terms.

A/N: So sorry this has taken me so long to update! I've been busy and haven't found the time, but here it is! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, hope you liked it! :)