"It's my old mattress. After I got my new bed, my parents were throwing it out, so I said I'd take it to the dump but brought it here instead. Dallas helped me get it inside and up the stairs." She nods again, looking at me from over her shoulder.
By the way she's looking at me, I can tell she has something to say, and is nervous by the way she's biting on her bottom lip, rocking on her heels. I know she's still angry with me, so I don't push her to speak, instead, I wait for her to get the courage to speak on her own terms.
"I hated seeing Sadie on your lap." Okay, so we are diving straight into this conversation.Great.
My shoulders slump, and I exhale a breath I wasn't aware I was holding. Standing in front of Camille, I lift her chin gently until her beautiful green eyes look right at me.
"I'm so sorry, Cam. I know she was terrible to you, and you didn't deserve that. I should've never gotten high or let her sit on my lap. You know that I don't like her like that."
"That slap actually really hurt."
"But you played it off well. And that was a nice right hook." She giggles. Clear as day, I can see the anger leave her petite body. We laugh together, then something changes. Our smiles fade, and we stand staring at each other, our hands holding onto each other, our fingers intertwined.
We're locked together in an intense gaze, and I never want to blink or look away from her. I want to spend the rest of my days staring into Camille's beautiful green eyes and being with her every second. She is my happiness.
Even at sixteen, I know that I want Camille to be my today, tomorrow, and always.
Camille leans up on her tiptoes, and without hesitation, our lips collide into a sloppy kiss. Neither of us know much about kissing since this is only our second kiss, but I want to practice with her to become better only for her. Her arms wrap around my neck, my hands holding her hips, our heads tilted to opposite sides, and our lips fighting against each other. It isn't the type of kiss I’ve seen in movies or in those late-night Showtime soft porn movies, but with Camille, it is perfect.
Everything is perfect.
We spendabout two hours at the lighthouse, both lying side by side on the bed, kissing. It’s sloppy. Our teeth clink together, and each time one of us pulls away for air, there’s a string of saliva, and our lips are already red and bruised. We both fight for dominance, and neither of us want to give it up. But Camille being Camille, she takes control. She pushes me back, climbs on top of me, pins my hands down by my sides, and kisses me with her tongue.
I like the new position of her being on top of me and kissing, at least until the friction between us causes my dick to get hard and tent my jeans.
"Cam, stop. We should probably get home before our parents worry." Thankfully, she doesn't notice my hard dick. She climbs off me, takes my hand, and we leave our new special spot.
The drive home is silent,but it’s a comfortable silence. We hold hands the entire way, and the only time she lets go is so we can get out of the car, but once we’re out, we’re right back to holding hands.
All the way up to my bedroom.
My house is dark, and my parents already asleep. Thankfully, they never hover when I am with Camille, and neither do her parents. All they expect from us are calls or texts to confirm we are safe, and as long as we are home by our weekend curfews, our parents don’t mind where we go. They trust us.
They trust us so much that each of our parents set up a bedroom for us at each other's house. Camille sleeps over often, and tonight was no different.
Well, except she'll be sleeping in my bed instead of hers for the first time.
While Camille is getting ready for bed in my bathroom, I lock my door and undress down to my boxers. I step into a pair of pajama pants, and moments later, she walks out of the bathroom wearing a tank top and sleeping shorts that my mom had bought her for when she sleeps over. Silently, we climb into my bed, wrap our arms around each other, and kiss until we fall asleep.
Best. Night. Ever.
TWELVE
NOW
Camille
"Karina, what a surprise. What can I do for you?" I switch my phone to speaker and set it down on my desk while organizing the pile of papers that have taken over the space. I've been avoiding her, either ignoring her texts or replying with lame excuses. It felt too weird to befriend the woman who's married to my first love. It doesn't feel right, especially considering she doesn't know the truth about Dean and me and how close we really were growing up. He said he wants to tell her, and I know that she'll stop trying to contact me and pursue a friendship once he does. And honestly, like the coward I am, I'm counting on that.
"Hey, I haven't heard from you in a while. Dean is away on business until Sunday. He left this morning. So, I'm hoping we can go out for dinner and drinks tonight." All she wants is a friend, and I'm being terrible. But I can't get close to this woman. I just can't.
"I'm sorry, Karina. I'm—" she cuts me off before I can finish my excuse.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. There's a bar that I found that I want to check out. I'll text you the details, but please, don't say no. Please, you're my only friend." The desperation is evident in her voice. I sigh, my shoulders slumping as I relent.
"Okay. Fine. Sounds great. Just text me the details. I got to go. Talk later."
"Fantastic! I'm looking forward to this." I end the call with a final goodbye just as my phone rings again. This time, Spencer’s name appears on the screen.