quarantined with cal

day eight.

Another day, another paycheck no where to be found. I'm still unemployed, and I'm not enjoying the homebody life. I sigh as I cut up cucumber and lemon for my water. I plop it in my tumbler and start to walk outside. 

My jean shorts and floral swimsuit suddenly make me feel practically naked as I step foot in the scorching LA sun. I flip my sunglasses down from my head and take a seat by the pool. That's one of the major pluses when living with Calum-his beautiful pool(s). I'm out here almost every day. I lay down, dipping one foot in the water and my face taking on the sun. 

After about 20 minutes of a lousy attempt in tanning my stomach, I roll onto my back, cracking open my book and sipping on my water. My shorts have now found a nearby chair, and my back has not found sunscreen. I'll pay the consequences later. 

I hear a whistle, and I snap my direction to Calum, who's walking outside with a drink in his hand and a pair of black shorts. He smiles, raising his arms out, 

"Damn! Who's the Vicky Sec's model I see in front of me!"

I roll my eyes, and roll onto my side, my foot hitting the water,

"Oh, whatever! Where have you been?" I ask, although I have a feeling I know where's he's been- in his home studio writing. All. Damn. Morning. He takes a seat, dipping both feet in the water and sipping his tequila,

"Writing. And talking to Michael. He said Stores and Restaurants are starting to open up tomorrow." 

"Really? Sounds like date night to me..." I say, flipping a page of my book. He then takes it from me, reading a line out loud. I grab for it back, but it's no use. He's holding it over his head and far away from my reach in my lying position. I continue to reach and squirm until-

"Ahh!" I squeal, splashing into the water. 

My entire head submerges underneath, and I come bobbing up with a gasp. The water is cold and shocking. Calum is finding it hysterical, so I take my sunglasses off and head over to where his feet are dangling underwater. I put on a pouty face and a flirty smile,

"What, you think it's funny?" I rub my thumbs on his knees and calves underwater. He sets down his drink and my book, laughing with a twinkle in his smile,

"Oh, no-hilarious." 

I rest my arms on his knees and lean forward, 

"Can I get a kiss?" 

"Of course, baby-" 

As soon as his face touches mine, I pull him towards me, causing all hell to break loose as he hits water. We both yelp, and then both come up above water. My hands find the nape of his neck, bringing myself to stay above water with no effort. His hands grab my hips underwater, steadying us both. I laugh,

"How funny is it now?" 

He starts to dunk me underwater in a fight of kisses,

"Not so funny...."