20. Kameron
20
KAMERON
“What the fuck, Kris?” I jump off him, accidently connecting my elbow with his ball sack. That’s my bad, truly.
He’s staring at the ceiling, and that reminds me that I’m now standing in front of him completely naked. I snatch the blanket off of him, and wrap it around myself, securing it with my arms before looking back at him.
“Oh, Jesus Christ.” Now he’s completely naked, so I grab one of the throw pillows and chunk it at his head. “How in the hell did we get in this predicament?” I ask, then it hits me.
The storm.
Damn, fear makes you do strange things. Like completely lose all common sense and let your ex-boyfriend finger bang you until you come apart and forget about the awful storm happening outside in the middle of the night.
“Don’t answer that,” I snap, I don’t need his answer. I’m not mad at him, I mean I’m always mad at him, but this isn’t all on him. It takes two to tango and what not.
But still.
The universe is against me. There’s no other explanation.
“And keep your smartass comments to yourself.” I point at him, and grunt when he smirks. Whatever comment he was going to make is right on the tip of his tongue. I stomp toward the stairs to take a shower.
The second my foot hits the landing, I rush across the room and grab my phone before locking myself into the bathroom.
I dial Cora’s number while I turn the shower on to drown out our conversation.
“Hey, girl. How’s life in the mountains?”
“I let him give me an orgasm,” I rush out, looking at myself in the mirror as I drop the blanket to the floor. My hair is a tangled mess in the bun I tied it into last night, and I have a… “He fucking gave me a hickie.” Right on the top of my left breast is a small hickie.
“Okay, well good morning to you, too. Work’s great, thanks for asking.”
I roll my eyes. “How’s work? Anything good happening?” I ask, pretending to not be having a complete major meltdown over here.
“Bitch, I don’t want to talk about work, tell me about the orgasm, because what?”
“I don’t even know how it happened.” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I mean, I do know how it happened, but still, how can he just make me completely lose my mind?”
“Sis, that man has always had that effect on you. But, what happened? I need details!”
“It was storming.”
“Mhm.”
“And I got scared.”
“Yes.” She might as well pop a bowl of popcorn.
“So, I went downstairs, and suddenly his lips were on mine. And all I could think was how good they felt, then my clothes were off. I forgot all about the storm the second his fingers slid inside of me, and then I woke up completely naked on top of him.” I blow out a breath, rushing through the words to explain it all to her.
“Where are you now?”
“Hiding in the bathroom, about to take a shower,” I admit, looking toward the door as if Kris is on the other side listening to me tell her this story.
“Okay, so…” she stalls.
“So, what?”
“How do you feel?” She giggles.
“How do I feel?” I slap a hand to my forehead. “I feel like an idiot. I just did the one thing I swore I wasn’t going to freaking do on this trip.”
“I mean, not really. You didn’t sleep with him. The sexual tension between the two of you was willing to snap at some point.” The sound of something crunching fills the line.
“Are you freaking eating popcorn right now?” My jaw drops slightly, is she serious?
“Well, yeah. This is entertaining, and entertainment deserves popcorn.” She laughs. “Do you regret what happened?”
“Yes,” I rush out, then backtrack. “I mean… no? I don’t freaking know. I’m so damn confused, this trip was a mistake,” I whine.
“Or maybe it wasn’t,” she says so matter of factly.
“Oh, it was. I can tell you that much for certain already.” I sigh. “I still have two more days with him in this cabin before we have the long day of traveling cooped up in his truck on the way home.” I look at the door again. “What am I going to do?” I whisper.
“Just enjoy it, Kam. It doesn’t have to be this serious. You’re both adults, staying in a cabin together, let nature take its course.”
“Who the hell talks like that?” Let nature take its course.
“I’m just saying, if you’re both feeling each other, enjoy it. When you come home, you can pretend as if nothing ever happened.” She crunches on more popcorn, thoroughly enjoying this struggle in my life.
“I’m not built to do that,” I tell her, I’m a relationship gal, not a one night stand or friends with benefits. I don’t need a situationship.
“Just try it. If it doesn’t work then stop and go back to your brooding.” She laughs.
“I do not brood.” I frown.
“Sure you don’t, babe. Well, have fun with all your sweaty, cabin sex with that hot baseball boy and call me with all the details.” She pauses. “But text me before you call so I can get the popcorn ready.”
“Byeeeee,” I draw the word out and end the call.
Okay. Breathe.
Kris and I have a long day of wedding activities today, so maybe we won’t even notice one another. I mean, he’ll be busy acting as the best man so he shouldn’t pay too much attention to me today, right?
I step into the shower, letting the warm water cascade down my body as I continue to sort through my jumbled thoughts about what I’m going to do with the mess I’ve just made myself.
I’m so screwed.