“She’s like a hawk, Cam, I don’t know what to tell you.”
Noted.
“Let’s go to your room. We need to talk.”
“Nothing good ever comes from that. You sure you don’t want tomake out instead?” She touches my lips, and I grip her wrist lightly to bring it down.
“Just a calm conversation for once. I’m not looking for a fight, babe.” She closes the door to her bedroom and sighs.
“Okay, talk. I promise to listen, not interrupt and not yell,” she explains with no sarcasm.
Wow. I’m surprised. This can actually work if she continues to be this receptive.
“Well, in case you haven’t noticed, we’ve been fighting a lot lately…”
“Earth to Cameron Kahlo?”
Fingers snap together in front of my eyes. Kamila’s voice comes through and breaks me out of reliving the only day that Ana ever took my feelings into consideration, or at least she pretended to. A very talented actress, that one. Which happened to be the day after I told Kamila she was my soulmate. I didn’t have a thing for Kamila back then, I was in love with Ana, unfortunately. Or so I believed.
Being around Kamila has triggered memories that I’ve worked hard to leave in the past. Most of them, anyways. Ultimately, no one can outrun their past. It chases you till you’re face to face with your old demons, forcing you to conquer your feelings and fears and forgive those who have wronged you.
Fuck that.
While she’s around, there’s no forgiving and no forgetting. However, there is something else I never expected to hang in the air. Desire.
“Cameron,” she snaps again. “I need you to focus so that we can finish this damn assignment.”
“Sorry. How many questions do we have left?” I keep my eyes on the textbook in front of me.
Since Friday, our kiss has been replaying in my mind over and over again. I may or may not have fucked my hand to the thought of her and her moans when I got back to my room that night. My orgasm left me feeling lightheaded. That doesn’thappen when I jerk off, only when I fuck, and even then, it’s rare. Afterwards, I felt a weird twinge of guilt over what I did to her after we kissed. I was a dick, but still, she and I can never happen. I haven’t been able to come up with a reason as to why I kissed her in the first place. Too much shit was happening all at once and I was impulsive. It’s better that we both keep our distance. Even then, this class fucks us over in that department.
“Cameron!” She flicks the side of my head, and I turn to her, baring my teeth. “Jesus Christ, pay attention, or I’ll keep flicking you, and I know how much you hate being flicked.” She’s right. I do need to pay attention, and I do hate being flicked.
“You have my full attention,” I snarl.
“About time.” She stabs the work paper with her pencil. “I need help with the last question. I already figured out the other one, no thanks to you,” she mumbles.
“What do you need help with exactly?”
We started studying the different kinds of business contracts this week. It’s been difficult having only a textbook to guide us since Mills repeats exactly what the book already states. I feel bad for the poor bastards who are majoring in Political Science.
Kamila and I finish up the last question and I offer to take the sheet to the professor before heading out. She waves her hand, giving me the blessing to do as I please.
While packing my things, I can’t help but see something glinting underneath the hem of her cropped sweater. It’s a simple round diamond lying on her belly button.
Fuck. That’s new. I can’t help but sweep my eyes over her, from head to toe, wondering if she has anything else pierced. The thought has me discreetly adjusting my pants. She stiffens as if she feels my gaze on her and meets my eyes.
“What?” Her brows furrow in clear confusion.
My mind goes blank. No possible excuse forms for what I was just doing, especially when I don’t know how long I was staring at her for.
“Nothing,” I say nonchalantly.
She takes my answer at face value. Right when I think she’s going to finish packing and leave, her look travels lower and lower until she reaches my crotch. My boner is a lot more prominent than I believed it to be. I stifle a curse, embarrassed and feeling like a creep.
Kamila barely reacts and finishes zipping up her bag. She moves to leave and passes me by.
“Guess you weren’t too sorry about that kiss after all.” My jaw tightens. “See you on Friday, Cameron,” she says mockingly and looks back down at my dick one more time before letting out a quiet condescending laugh.
