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Chapter Twelve
Callum
I always knew when Sophie was coming, but I never said so. She’d run up behind me, squeeze me tight and whispersurprisein my ear. Felt nice, that’s why I didn’t say nothing, but Case always made it obvious, ears pricked up and tail going for six whenever Soph came nearby. Her furry arse would go charging off, and I’d hear Sophie shushing her, rustling in her bag for treats. Cheap bribes, but they worked every time.
Casey loved Sophie Harding, just as much as I did.
“I’m done for the day,” she whispered, planting sweet hot kisses on my neck. I reached back for her, hands on her hips as she studied my canvas.
“Look alright?”
“Better than alright. It’s bloody beautiful. I guess Explicit made an impression last weekend.”
I smiled. It was abstract, but not abstract enough for Soph from the looks. The slashes of colour across the canvas were chains, the play of white on black was the spotlight. Then the shadows... the curves of the woman in the foreground. A woman suspended entirely in chains, wrapped up tight for her punishment.
“Diva, right?”
“Aye.”
Hadn’t seen Masque and Cat play again, not yet. Kinda wanted to, though. Still felt weird about all that stuff, but not weird enough to wanna stop. Floggers and paddles and handcuffs and shit were becoming second nature now, but they weren’t what got me off. Owning Sophie’s sweet little cunt was what got me off. Her soft moans, the way she begged. Sometimes she’d look at me like I was an animal. I liked that, but it was the other times, when she looked at me like I was a man, a somebody, they were the times I loved.
She held up a bag. “I picked up steak for dinner, some for Casey, too.”
My heart sank all over again. “Can’t come over tonight, Soph. Need to go to Vick’s.”
If she was upset it didn’t show. “I’ll make a date with the microwave instead, then. Steak can wait.”
“You could go out,” I said. “See Raven. Or your family. Don’t think I ain’t noticed you’re avoiding them.”
She smiled. “I could... alternatively, I could wait until this Southbank shit’s out the way and resurface when it’s back to business as usual.”
I pulled her into me, breathing in her hair. “Walk your own road. Don’t skulk away in the shadows, not you, Soph. That ain’t your place. Nothing to be scared of.”
She sighed. “I’m not scared, it’s just easier. If you knew my dad you’d know what I mean.”
I wanted to say something. Something stupid like maybe one day I would know him. I didn’t, though. My cheeks burned at the thought. Like we could ever besomething.It felt like it, though, sometimes, it felt like we were. That’s the thing I loved most of all.
“I’d better get going,” she said. “Let you get to Vicki’s.”
“See ya tomorrow, then.”
She pulled a face. “Where’s Casey staying?”
“Shed,” I shrugged. “With me.”
Sophie folded her arms, her mouth all stern and pursed. “You’re not staying in a shed, Callum, and neither is Casey. She’s an indoors pooch now, I’m taking her home.”
I looked at Case staring up at Soph like she was the bee’s fucking knees, tongue lolling out all happy, like.
“I dunno, Soph. She might trash everything.”
She rolled her eyes. “She’s already done her worst. Another bin spillage isn’t going to break me.”
Sophie turned on her heels and took off, calling Casey along with her. Big brown eyes stared up at me, waiting for permission. Would be weird, being without her. Would be weird being without both of them.
I shrugged. “Go on, then, Case, go after her. Go find Sophie.”
