“How and why?”
Kamila stops abruptly. “Look, I agreed to talk about Saturday night, not to talk about my dating history. So, if you don’t mind, I’d really like to stick to that plan.”
Touchy. “You’re right. Sorry.”
She resumes her strides. “Wow, a sorry from Cameron Kahlo. That’s new.”
“Don’t get used to it,” I deadpan.
We’re quiet on our way to campus. Once we reach the quad, I point to a bench, she nods, and we sit down. I’m about to kick off the conversation, but when I turn, she has her eyes closed as she smiles and breathes in the night air. I’d forgotten how much she loves fall. Back in high school, she would always point out when the leaves were beginning to change colors, something I would’ve never paid attention to if it weren’t for her.
“Okay, Cameron. Go ahead.” She shakes me out of my thoughts.
Taking in a deep breath, I rush to get everything out.
“Let me start off by saying that I understand why you feel like you shouldn’t have sex with me again, but your sister and I have been broken up for more than two years. Yes, it didn’t end well for reasons that neither of us want to get into right now, but we’re in college. It’s our lives, our business, nobody else’s. Saturday was some of the best sex I’ve ever had, and you told me that you felt the same way.” I halt for a moment, and she doesn’t correct me, so I keep going. “How can you go from doing that once to never again? If you really are done with me and sincerely don’t want me to ever touch you again, I will leave you alone. Except from what I’ve seen, you’re lying to me and to yourself. I just want the truth, so be honest—do you really not want to have sex with me again?”
I’m out of breath by the time I finish my little speech. This is the first time I’ve ever had to have this type of conversation with a woman. I’m not saying they fall at my feet, but I haven’t had many issues in that department.
She’s been staring at me for a while now, and I can’t tell if she’s stunned or scared. I wouldn’t blame her if she ran away from me, I sound insane. Hopefully, she knows that I would never and have never forced any woman to do anything they didn’t want to.
“I don’t want to stop,” she says barely above a whisper.
My eyes feel like they’re going to fall out of their sockets. I’m usually quick at schooling my facial expressions, although this time, I can’t.
“Wait, what?”
“Come on, Cameron, don’t be a dick, you heard me.”
“I need to hear you say it like you mean it. I’m not forcing you into doing anything you don’t want to.” Because I need to make sure that my mind isn’t playing fucking tricks on me right now.
All of a sudden, there’s a short, curvy girl straddling my hips as she grabs my face.
“I said, I. Don’t. Want. To. Stop.” Kami kisses me, and I tense before feeling her tongue swipe against my lips and a moanescapes her. At the contact of our tongues, I groan, fisting her shirt. Before I know it, we’re no better than Zoey and Will. We’re dry humping in the middle of the quad. Grabbing her ass, I push her against my cock that’s rock hard under my jeans. Out of nowhere, she puts a hand to my chest and pushes herself upward.
“No, we need to finish the conversation. You’re right, this needs to be discussed.” She fixes her shirt.
Trying to clear the fog in my head at what the fuck just happened, I fix my dick in my pants which is currently straining against the zipper of my jeans.
“You agreed you weren’t done either. What else is there to talk about?”
She paces back and forth in front of me. I tap my foot against the concrete, waiting for her to sort out her thoughts. After what seems like a fucking eternity, she stops to face me. Her features are completely straight laced.
“We need a set of rules. One that neither one of us can break. I’ve had bad…” She clears her throat. “I’ve had bad experiences in the past, and I don’t want anything like that to happen again.” She suddenly looks agitated.
“Did someone hurt you?” Maybe it was that pathetic little man, Mike. I interrupt her as she begins to respond. “Did somebody force themselves?—”
“No, no, nothing like that.”
Thank fuck. I would’ve killed him.
My breathing evens out. “I’m listening then. List your conditions.”
“Okay.” She holds up her right fist and lifts a finger with each point. “One, this is just sex. There will be no cuddling, pillow talk, or anything emotionally intimate.”
“No problem. Next.”
“Two. We’re not exclusive. We get to sleep with other people, but we have to use protection with everyone, including each other.”
