“Kami, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.”
He takes a step forward, and I hold my ground, not letting a single tear fall.
“I was angry. I’d never blame you for his behavior.” Even though I’m still hurt and beyond furious, I can see that he’s being sincere. “I was pissed. He could’ve hurt you, Kamila.” He searches my face for any physical harm.
“I’m fine”
“You don’t have to fake being okay?—”
“Stop. Just stop talking for a second.” I turn my back to him. He remains silent behind me.
“Why do you even care?” My question is genuine because why does he?
He advances and turns me around. “Because nobody deserves that shit, nobody.” He lays his fingers on my chin, causing me to suck in a sharp breath and tilts it up till we’restaring at each other for what seems like forever. My breathing picks up, and all the panic and sadness from a couple of minutes ago morphs into something else.
Cameron’s pupils are fully dilated. His jaw is clenched so tight it looks like it might crack. The muscles in his arms are flexing behind his black t-shirt, and his calloused fingers remain on my chin.
I barely hear him say, “Fuck it,” before his lips crash against mine.
What the flying fuck?My automatic response is to push him away and slap him, and I do just that. His head barely moves at the touch and he just stares at me.
Concern fills his eyes. “Shit. I am so sorry?—”
I’m not sure why I do it, whether it’s the alcohol, the adrenaline from before, or the need for a distraction because now I’m the one saying, “Fuck it.”
I grab a handful of his t-shirt and pull his body against mine until our lips find each other again. He pushes me against one of the store fronts, letting out a groan. The kiss is intense, unforgiving, and messy, as if we’re taking all of our emotions out on each other in this one action. His tongue sneaks out and I open my mouth to fully let him in. We both moan at the contact before I bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, and he follows suit.
He grinds against me and grabs my throat which elicits another moan from me and a growl from him. His hands move down my back until he’s cupping my ass. His length presses against me?—
“Kamila, what the hell are you doing?” We separate, stunned to find Emma standing next to us. Cameron backs away, wiping his mouth while I stand there in shock.
I try to explain what just happened, but nothing comes out. I’m more confused than she is.
Suddenly, an alarm goes off. Cameron takes his phone and quickly hits the stop button.
My brows furrow in confusion while I take him in. Then it registers.
He didn’t.
“What was that alarm for?” I grit out.
Cameron closes his eyes at my question as he exhales slowly.
No response. “Em, what time is it?”
She laughs humorlessly. “It’s midnight.”
He did.
“You timed our truce like you’re fucking Cinderella? Seriously Cameron? And then you kiss me? Was that only allowed until midnight as well?” I say mockingly. “Huh?”
“It was a temporary truce. You know things can’t go back to the way they were. And this,” he gestures between us, “shouldn’t have happened at all.”
“Finally, something we can both agree on.” His eyes meet mine with an unreadable expression. “Thank you for your help earlier. I’ll see you in class.” Em takes my hand.
“I’ll text the girls that we’re leaving.”
“Sounds good,” I respond absent-mindedly, feeling too many things to process this late at night at everything that just happened.
