Kamila: Come to Astor Hall room 110. Emma isn’t here.
Kamila: It’s important.
She lives in Astor Hall, where I get my coffee multiple times a week, and yet I had no idea. This is how little we know about our current lives, for fuck’s sake. Of course, she decides to stop giving me the silent treatment right when I figured out what I’m going to do about our situation. What if she wants to tell me that this is all over face-to-face? That would be a fucking relief. Then I wouldn’t have to do it myself. My stomach does this odd flip when the thought settles. I physically shake it off, hating how it feels.
Me: I’ll be there soon.
A while later, I’m in front of her room, rubbing a hand over my face and tapping my foot on edge.
Get it together, this is just another fling that’s finished running its course, and she’s being polite enough to end it in person.
My knuckles haven’t yet connected to the door when I hear footsteps, and a pair of amber eyes collide with mine. Kamila is wearing a fluffy robe, her hair still wet from the shower I’m assuming she just took. Her face is completely bare, allowing me to see her naturally tanned skin. A familiar floral scent surrounds me, and I find myself inhaling it deeply. We stand there, silently staring at each other for a long time until she moves aside, inviting me in. Her suite is fucking huge, muchbigger than most, yet somehow cozy and spotless. A couch and flat-screen TV sit in the small living space. There are two bedroom doors, one open and one closed. At first glance, I can see that the room with the open door is Kamila’s. The red pillows and posters are a dead giveaway. Her taste hasn’t changed much since high school, except for the expensive flat-screen and wireless sound bar that has to cost much more than two college students can afford.
“I have to ask, what’s with the sound system? Seems fancy for a dorm room.” I walk around to take a closer look, knowing the answer will have something to do with her roommate, whose family does extremely well for themselves.
“That was Emma’s dad’s doing. He insisted we have the best speakers for a better movie watching experience.”
Kamila’s voice is quieter than usual, and she’s picking at her nails.
Yeah, she’s nervous.
I move toward the couch and motion to it. She nods and sits next to me, leaving enough space between us so we’re not touching.
“You said you had something important to tell me.”
“Um, yeah.” She looks down and doesn’t say anything for an awkward amount of time.
Something compels me to put my hand under her chin and lift her face. Our eyes meet again, and I feel a small, unfamiliar tug in my chest.
“I need to know what you’re thinking, Kamila.”
She audibly swallows. “I’m thinking the same thing I thought the first night we kissed.”
That catches me off guard. “You’re going to have to be more specific.”
Her eyes drop to my lips, then slowly glide back up and my heart thuds faster at what I think she’s about to do, but it wouldn’t make any sense as to why.
Barely above a whisper, I hear her say, “Fuck it,” before herlips are on mine. My eyes remain open for a moment, not sure how to react since this still doesn’t make any sense.
But as soon as she knocks me onto my back, I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her face closer to mine, squeezing my eyes shut. We let out a collective sigh of relief once our tongues meet. She begins to unzip my jacket, and I shrug it off easily. With all of my willpower, I manage to form a coherent thought and push her shoulders back gently to look at her.
“You said you needed space, and I came here to tell you I was done waiting.” I pay close attention to her eyes. Those golden orbs that always show a hint of doubt or anger, yet all I find is lust, need, and something new I can’t decipher.
She lays her finger on my lips, shushing me. “I need this, Cameron.”
Why the sudden change? I try to get a read on her again but come up empty. Something serious has happened since I last saw her yet I can’t pinpoint what exactly. Still, I can tell that even if I asked, she wouldn’t talk to me about it right now. The sudden urge to give her whatever she needs grows, and Iknowshe needs this.
“Okay.”
Kamila gives me a relieved smile, and instead of attacking my lips again like I suspected she would, she straddles me while my hands move to her thighs. Her fingers graze the knot keeping her robe together before slowly untying it, letting the material fall to the ground. Her amazing body is now fully exposed. Her plump tits, soft stomach, sexy thighs, and that piercing that drives me insane are on full display. My dick twitches beneath her.
Her mouth pulls into a sexy grin at the move.
My voice is gruff. “The open door, that’s your room?”
In an instant, the smile is wiped off her face. “It is. Let me get off you so we can walk?—”
She lets out a small gasp mid-sentence when I cup her ass and pick her up. Her thighs instinctively wrap around my waist.
