Cam’s yawning next to me, causing me to do the same. Before I know it, I’m having a weird dream where the worms from the movie are attacking me and I’m waking up to the sound of “Dirty Little Secret” by The All-American Rejects.
Chapter Thirty-Six
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I’ll keep you my dirty little secret.
My alarm blasts as I reach over to shut it off. I feel something warm, or in this case,someonewarm on my chest. It’s Kamila stirring in her sleep. Fuck.
Checking my phone, it reads that it’s only eight in the morning.
“Shit.” Kami quickly takes her head and hands off my chest. “Sorry about that. I’m not used to sleeping with people.”
I quirk an eyebrow at her. We both know she’s far from innocent, just like me.
She rolls her eyes. “I meant actuallysleepingwith someone, you know, without having sex?”
How the hell has no guy ever asked or wanted to sleep over? Knowing Kamila, she probably rejected anyone who did. It was one of her rules if I recall correctly. Before I can ask a follow up question, she speaks.
“What time is it?”
“It’s only eight.”
Kamila’s rubbing her forehead when I cast my eyes her way again.
“Are you okay? I didn’t get you sick, did I?”
“No, I’m fine. I have a very strong immune system. How are you feeling?” she asks with her eyes now closed.
Taking a moment to focus on my body, I find that my nose has cleared up for the most part, and it barely hurts to swallow. My head is also no longer throbbing.
“Fuck.” I grin. “I feel so much better. You really know your shit.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” She opens her eyes that look lighter than they ever have before and it does something to my chest, my stomach, my whole fucking body.
No. That all too unfamiliar feeling isn’t something I can have right now. Not while we’re still rebuilding our friendship and trust.
“Coffee.” She pouts. “I. Need. Coffee.” As if she just now realizes what she asked me for and is fully taking in her surroundings, she begins to freak out. “I gotta go.” She rushes to her bag.
I jump out of the bed and am caught up with her in four long strides. “At least let me make you a cup of coffee, Kami.” She avoids all eye contact with me and continues to rush.
Don’t leave, I try to say mind to mind.
“I can get some back at Astor Hall, really, I’m fine. Em’s probably worried and I have a morning class.”
Bullshit. She’s having a meltdown. This girl never babbles. She hates the fact that she stayed over and doesn’t want to acknowledge it.
Fuck. That.
“Nope, nope, nope, nope.” I stop her from putting on her shoes and throw her over my shoulder for the third time since our first kiss. Kami starts thrashing and protesting to let her go, which, for some reason, turns me on, and I have no idea what that says about me. Finally I drop her to the bed and lean down until we’re at eye level.
“You’re not going to run out of here like we had a onenight stand, because we barely fucking touched each other all night. You took care of me and that was it. You helped your friend and now that same friend is going to make you a damn cup of coffee before he goes to shower and gets ready, understood?”
Her eyes narrow into slits. “I have a morning class,” she grits out.
My jaw flexes. “At what time?”
“Eleven thirty,” she mumbles.
