Iawaken still in Cam's arms, but we're facing each other instead of spooning. He's already awake and watching me. It should be awkward, but it's not, it’s... home.
"Mornin'," I croak, and Cam smiles wistfully.
"Mornin' Rory girl. You sleep good?" he asks.
I nod.I really did.
The muffled sound of loud knocking echoes from the front door and we both jump. "Your mom forget her key or somethin'?" I ask. Cam's mom is a doctor and works at the hospital doing a lot of overnight shifts. His dad died when we were kids.
He shakes his head. "Nah, she's not due home 'til this afternoon."
The knocking sounds again, louder this time. Cam looks at me meaningfully before tucking my sleep mussed hair behind my ear. "Stay here."
He stands and jogs out of the room, still in his boxers and tee shirt from last night. I follow him to the landing, but hang back as he makes his way through the front hall. The door is hammered again and I jump. Cam shoves his hand through his hair and looks back at me up on the landing.
"Damn it, Ror! Get back in my room!"
I swallow anxiously, but shake my head. I'm not leaving him.
Bang bang!
"Stop that already! Who's there?" Cam shouts.
"Let me in, Foster! I need to talk to her!"
Holy shit, it's Robin.
He called and texted me a hundred times last night, but instead of answering I shut off my phone, and haven't yet turned it back on.
"Go away, Forbes!" Cam calls back.
"I know she's in there! You have to let me talk to her!"
I was afraid he'd be angry after I ditched him last night, but there's no anger in his voice. He's upset, yes, but he sounds distressed, almost... desperate.
Cam glances back at me again before opening the door, stepping out onto his front porch, and closing it quickly behind him. I hurry downstairs but stay inside, watching through the window from behind the curtains.
"Calm the fuck down, Forbes. You need to go home. Now." Cam folds his arms over his chest in challenge, blocking the door like a sentinel.
Robin's backed away from the door, but he doesn't back down. "I ain't leavin' 'til she talks to me," he replies. He turns his gaze to the door. "Come on, sweetheart! Talk to me! Why'd you run off on me?"
Cam takes a step toward him in warning. "You leave her the hell alone! You fuckin' bastard! Don't you even dare address her!"
Robin blinks back at him, momentarily stunned. "She ain't yours, Foster. You know that, right? I know you want her - you've always wanted her. But she. Ain't. Yours," he says carefully.
Cam takes another step forward, his arms unfolding from his chest to fist at his sides. "And yet it was my arms she slept in last night."
Robin's eyes widen and his nostrils flare, and he starts to move toward Cam. And suddenly I have wings. I fly outside and rush between them before they can come to blows.
God, I wish Cam hadn't said that. Robin will take it the wrong way, Cam had to know that. Idly I wonder if that's why he said it. But he doesn't know Robin, I do. It's not going to get Robin to back off, it's just going to make him angry. And maybe that's what Cam wants - a fight.
"Stop it!" I shout at the both of them.
Robin takes a step back, his gaze softening at my presence.
Cam, on the other hand, glares at me. "Get back inside, Ror. I got this."
"No, Cam,Igot this," I reply, and turn to face Robin. I'm taken aback by his expression. He looks... hurt.
