Show Me Yours (Part I)

*A few days later*

*Callum and Charlee*

Charlee found herself absolutely flustered. She could hardly look at Callum without thinking about the way he’d made her climax at the club. She inwardly groaned.

*I can’t believe I acted that way.*

Charlee was never that brazen yet having Callum that close to her had left her in a daze. She heard a knock on the door.

“Come in.” Callum entered her office, and her face immediately reddened.

He smirked, “I think we should have a talk, don’t you?” Closing the door, he sat across from her and folded his arms to his chest. “So, you want to discuss why you’ve been avoiding me? And let’s skip the back and forth of you saying that you haven’t been and me proving that you have.”

Charlee sighed, “I’ve been avoiding you because of what happened on our date. I’m mortified that I-”

“Came on my fingers?” He chuckled as her face reddened more. Standing, he walked over to her and extended his hand. Hesitantly she took it, and he sat her on the desk before backing away. “Now, is that’s what’s really bothering you, or are you worried about what happens between us now?”

She fiddled with her fingers. “I hate that you can read me so well,” She muttered and Callum chuckled again.

He walked over and leaned into her. “Charlee, look at me.” She did, and Callum felt a lump form in his throat.

*Fucking hell*

He couldn’t resist. Running his hands, in her hair he pulled her to him and kissed her. Immediately responding, Charlee wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him closer. Breathless, they stared at one another. “I like you a lot.” He said finally. “And we can go as slow as you need, as long as I can continue to kiss you.”

Smiling small, she nodded. “I like you a lot too.” Pulling him closer again, she covered his mouth with hers. A daze fell over her, as Callum leaned in closer to her. His mouth moved to her neck and he kissed it gently, before pulling away.

He shook his head. “On second thought, maybe we just give each other handshakes for a while." Laughing, the two left her office, no longer feeling uncomfortable.

At the end of the hall, Callum spotted a new face. Sitting with his head in his hands, Callum could sense both his anger and defeat. “Let me go and talk to him, and then how about we go to lunch?” Charlee nodded and watched as he walked down the hall.

Approaching the boy, he folded his arms to his chest, “Mind if I sit?”

The boy rolled his eyes, “It’s a free country.”

Callum chuckled and sat next to him. “So-”

“Look man, I don’t want to talk. I’m only here because the judge said I needed to find a place for my community service, and this was on the list. But if you’re about to give me the kumbaya speech-”

Callum's eyes gleamed. “You’re hilarious. I actually was just about to ask you about the tattoo on your hand, but I will say you have that angry defense mechanism down to a science.”

“Oh yeah? What do you know about tattoos?” Callum smirked. He pulled his arms from his chest, watching the boy's eyes widen. Loosening his tie, he undid the first button, showing his neck. “Woah…” the boy mumbled.

“What your name kid?”

“Max”

Callum nodded and after readjusting his clothes, he extended his hand. “Callum, and to answer your question, I know that they all tell a story. For example-” he unbuttons his sleeve and rolled it up. Max's eyes widened even more, seeing the additional ink. Callum pointed to a cascade of flames. “My first arson.” He pointed at another. “Third DUI, ran right into a cop car, probably should have known then the world was trying to tell me something.” Max laughed. Callum pointed to his chest. “I have one right here, that’s my favorite though.”

“What is it?”

“A portrait of my mother…with a broken heart.”

Max inhaled sharply and looked to the floor, “Why…why is that your favorite?”

“Because it brought me the most pain. It’s the one that made me realize that all my actions have consequences. My mother was there, every time. Don’t get me wrong so was my father, and my brothers, but her-she poured her heart out to me. Begged me to do better and I never listened. Then one day, she stopped and that was when I realized I’d broken her so badly, she no longer expected me to do anything else and that-that broke me and the stuff that was once fun...no longer was."

Max’s eyes gleamed with tears, he pointed to the eye with the tear on his hand, “My mom…she cries a lot because of me.”

“You know, we all make mistakes. There isn’t one person that’s immune to that but when it comes down to it, we all also have a choice. We can either continue on our destructive path, or we can decide that maybe, just maybe, we deserve a little better.”

Max sighed, “I want better…I’m just really messed up you know? Don’t really know if I can do something like that.”

“Well, how about you try? That’s the only way you’ll know. Come on. You got to do community service anyway right? Might as well be at a place with someone who understands EXACTLY what you’re going through. I know we can help Max, but you have to be willing to help yourself too.”

Charlee watched the interaction from afar. Her face turned into a huge smile, as she saw Max give Callum a hug. Walking back over to her, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Can we take a raincheck on lunch? I-I kinda want to get Max situated here, and maybe get him some food? He’s been on the street for a while.”

She smiled. Looking past him to Max who was staring at her in curiosity, she waved. His face reddened and he waved back, before looking down at his feet. Callum chuckled, “Looks like someone has a crush.”

She tilted her head and looked at Callum. “He’s not the only one.”

Callum's face turned as red as Maxs' as he shook his head. “You’re going to give me a hard time I can tell.”

She laughed, “Maybe, but I know you can take it.”

After lunch, Callum searched for Charlee to make sure she’d eaten.

*She always forgets to*

He thought shaking his head as he carried the food he’d gotten her. “Hey Jonelle, have you seen Charlee?” He asked the receptionist. “I brought her lunch.”

Jonelle shook her head. “Last time I saw her, was in the bathroom.” She paused, “I-Is everything alright?”

“Why do you ask that?”

“She was crying.”

Callum immediately left to go find her. Waiting outside of the bathroom, he called in. “Charlee you in there? It’s Callum. Come out and talk to me.”

Hearing Callum, Charlee quickly rubbed her eyes and exited the bathroom. Her face red and eyes puffy, he grabbed her hand and escorted her to her office. Wrapping his arms around her, he heard her whisper,

"It’s gone…all of the money is gone. She took all of it.”

“Wha-”

She shook her head feverishly, "M-my sister. She took everything from me. I-I let her stay with me... she maxed out the institution's purchase cards and cleared the account. Everything is gone…thousands…all my work… everything...” Callum let her convulse in his arms. He lifted her head, and her tear-stained face tore into his heart. "And the fucked-up thing is what’s killing me the most is that I should have known better. I should have known she wasn’t visiting because she wanted to spend time with me. She always said she hated having such a freak of a sister. She never…”

He pulled her to him again, "I’m so sorry Charlee.”

She worked to build the institution from scratch. It was her pride, her work, the thing that made all her mistakes have a purpose. And now she was going to lose everything. She buried her face into Callum’s chest and felt his deep voice vibrate.

"I’ll take care of it.”

“Callum…” She raised her head, and he kissed her deeply.

"I’ll take care of it.” He repeated before exiting her office.

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*Declan and Desiree*

“Professor Trevino, YOU KICK ASS! You may be a nerd, but you’re pretty cool too.” Johnathan shouted high fiving Declan. He laughed and Jonathan shook his head. "I mean it. Professor McCoy is really interesting but for some reason, your hands on exercises make a lot more sense to me.”

Declan nodded, “Everyone learns differently. I’m very hands-on as well while my brother Waylon can read about something once, and never have to look at it again, the lucky bastard.” The two shared a laugh. "Anyway, I’m glad that I can help, and you know you’re always welcome to my office hours if needed.”

"Does that invitation apply to me?” Declan turned to see another student smiling at him. Saying his goodbyes to Johnathan, he adjusted his glasses and he nodded.

"Sure, but I’m not sure how I can be of assistance Hailey, you have one of the highest grades here.”

Hailey twisted one of her long blonde curls on her fingers. "Well, I want to keep that grade ya know? I should make sure I get all the help I can.” She stepped into him, "Especially from someone as brilliant as you. Though I may have a hard time focusing.”

"And why’s that?”

She smirked, "Well, you know what they say about you.”

Declan arched his brow, "No, what do *they* say?”

"That you’re the hottest professor here… don’t tell me you haven’t noticed all the female students at your office hours.” He had. Since his first lecture, more and more of them appeared. Wanting help with any and everything, some even attempting to bring him lunch and other treats. Haley reached out and ran her hand against the jacket of his suit. "Maybe we could-”

"Aren’t you going to be late for your next class Hailey?” Desiree said approaching the two.

Hailey quickly retracted her hand, and Desiree cut her eyes at her. She knew she didn’t have a right to be mad, but she was. She breathed in deep, "If you need help with the class, I’ll be happy to assist. We’ve done office hours before and it improved your grade immensely."


Declan felt the heat permeating from Desiree’s body.

*She’s mad*

It would be a lie if he said he didn’t enjoy seeing her so flustered. The past few days she’d been friendly but distant, professional but unapproachable and he didn’t like it at all. They still sparred during class, and still reviewed the course, but every time her mask seemed to almost break, she would dart away.

*I need to fix this*

He’d clearly embarrassed her, but that wasn’t his intention. Still, he had to tell her a form of why he did. He folded his arms to his chest. "Professor McCoy is right. I’m certain that you two would be able to figure out all of the things you're having trouble with, without me.”

"Right...” Hailey grumbled under her breath before walking away.

Once the lecture hall was clear, Declan smirked at Desiree, "What was that about?”

Desiree inhaled sharply, "Don’t know what you mean. I’ve been assisting Haley since the beginning of the semester, no need for her to feel as though I can’t keep helping."

"You sure that’s it?”

Desiree scoffed wanting nothing more than to wipe the smug look off his face. "Don’t read more into it than it was Declan, I already answered your question.”

He shook his head and placed his hands in his slack pockets. "I want to talk about what happened the other day.”

She quickly grabbed her things. "It happened. We agreed to be professional and forget it. There’s nothing to talk about, we both said it was a mistake-”

"I never said that.” Her lips parted. “It wasn’t a mistake. At least on my part and if I’m honest, I’ve been wanting to kiss you again since the first taste of your lips.”

Desiree shook her head. "That’s not fair. You can’t play with my head like this Declan. You like me, then you push me away… it’s mix signals and I’m not interested in mix signals.”

Walking towards her, he cornered her between his chest and the blackboard. "You’re right. I should make things clearer.” He pulled her face to his. Connecting their lips, he heard a soft moan rise from her.

Desiree felt his hands fall over her frame and she placed hers inside his jacket. Feeling the muscles under his shirt, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of his body against hers. She deepened the kiss, and his erect manhood pressed against her. Raising her leg to his waist, she allowed his hand to caress her thigh. Declan broke the kiss and whispered against her ear. "Ms. McCoy…I like you and want you in every way possible. Is that clear enough for you?” Desiree swallowed her spit. Nodding, she closed her eyes again and he kissed her once more.

Declan felt her body pulling him to the brink of his control. He never wanted something or someone as badly, and his eyes slowly darkened. Desiree massaged his manhood through his slacks and his eyes went fully black. He grabbed her hands and backed away, turning until his eyes returned to normal. He sighed. "Desiree there’s something you should know about me.”

Desiree was nervous, “You’re married or in a relationship?”

He faced her, “What? No.”

She folded her arms to her chest. "You’re-”

"I’m a virgin.”

Her eyes widened to the size of plates, "What?”

Declan ran his hands through his hair, "A virgin.”

She couldn’t speak. Staring at the large bulge in his slacks, her mouth spoke before her brain caught up. "Really? Because with that you could without a doubt fuc-” Her words stopped and she coughed, "Sorry…sometimes I don’t think about my thoughts before I let them out.”

He smirked, "It’s fine. It was flattering. So is the way you’re currently looking at me.”

She bit her bottom lip, "Sorry…I just-um…you move…your hands and lips…fuck I’m terrible at this.” She didn’t want to say anything idiotic, but the fact that Declan was a virgin was throwing her off, especially after the way he’d just sent her entire body into overdrive.

"I’m also not waiting for marriage or anything. It just is one of those things that never happened.” He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, "That’s why I’ve been acting a bit weird…I just would like to-”

She shook her head and walked to him. Pulling him to her, she kissed him passionately on the lips. "I don’t mind waiting. We can just hang out and stuff.”

"Goodness, I feel like the roles are reversed right now.” His blush made her laugh.

"I don’t mind that either. I appreciate that you even told me. Takes a lot of confidence and I find it extremely attractive.” She jumped up and down. "Oh! Idea! How about you join me tonight? A friend of mine needs me to fill in for then and embalm two bodies.”

Declan arched his brow, "Your idea of hanging out is me helping you embalm bodies?”

She looked down to the ground, "Well, when you say it like that…”

He laughed and lifted her head. "Sounds like my kind of date.” Watching her smile brightly, Declan leaned in and kissed her again.