Who: Callan and Erin When: Midnight on Monday Morning What: Valentine's day celebrations Where: Their apartment
Callan had never given much of a shit about being cliche or not, so when the clock struck midnight he went into the bedroom where Erin was and climbed on the bed.
"Angel," he murmured as he pulled back the covers, leaning in to nuzzle her neck. "Wake up."
She smelled delicious, like some sort of fruit that he was sure had come from the still-damp strands of her hair and the shampoo that was used to get it that way. His mouth turned deeper into her hair, smelling more and sighing as he rasped his stubble along her neck.
He'd advised her to take a day off of school for what he had in store, and he figured this was just the way to start it. "I got somethin' for ya. It might expire iffin' ya don't get up soon."