Love Tap(43)

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Back at the house I head into my old bedroom. The idea of losing this place hurts. I grew up here and have so many memories of Mom here.

Sighing I plop on my bed looking my room over. With everything that has happened I might stay here, keep a closer eye on Dad. Pulling my phone out I text Chloe to let her know.

Hey, so Dad had a heart attack. -T

What? I’ll leave work now, I’m coming over. -C

He is fine and at the hospital for observation. -T

You sure? -C

It’s a long story, I’ll tell you about it later. I’m going to get my things and stay here though, keep an eye on things. -T

Okay, I’ll try and come over tomorrow? -C

Sounds good. -T

Stepping into my room it looks just like I left it. My hands slide against the wall where the paint is faded from an old poster. Glancing around the room my eyes land on the window, Camden’s house is right next door. The way he said I was his won’t stop replaying through my mind over and over again. How he came to check on me, all causing butterflies to swarm in my stomach. Climbing off the bed I head to the window and push the curtains aside. I try to lift the window and it resists, getting caught in the tracks from not being used in years. Wiggling it from side to side, it finally rises and I climb out.

Walking past Camden’s door I head right for his window. When we were kids we used each other’s windows instead of the front door. This way we didn’t have to stop and make idle chit chat with each other’s parents. We could get to one another quicker.

Reaching his window, it’s unlocked, so I push it up. Pulling myself onto the windowsill, the curtains brush against my face. Swiping them out of the way, I come face to face with Camden’s chiseled ass. It’s firm looking, and tanned to perfection. My body temperature rises as warmth spreads across my cheeks.

A peep escapes my mouth as I ogle him. Suddenly he turns, giving me an eyeful of his cock.

“Fuck!” he shouts surprised. He grabs his junk and I look the other way.

“Shit, I’m so sorry.” I’m not.

Looking out of the corner of my eye I watch as Camden grabs a pair of shorts from a cardboard box in the corner of the room. His long muscular legs slipping through them with ease.

“Kicking someone’s ass not enough for one night, you want to break and enter?” he smarts.

Pulling myself the rest of the way through, I roll my eyes.

“I wasn’t breaking and entering, I was just…” I don’t know what I was doing.

“I get it, old time’s sake?”

Peering through my hair I glance up at him as he ties the strings on his jersey shorts.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” I mutter, not sure what to say. I fidget with my hands nervously.

His eyes fall to my chest and my insides squeeze. Looking down I realize climbing through the window caused my shirt to pull down, exposing the tops of my breasts.

Quickly, I make right of my shirt, my aching nipples protesting the coverage.

“Don’t say thank you, and stop acting like that.” His brows pinch together as he sits on the bed.

“Like what?”

“Like something you’re not. You’re not shy and sure as hell not some priss so stop acting like it,” he jabs. “Did they teach you how to be a complete fake in LA?” My mouth pops open as anger rushes over me. This went downhill quickly.

“I could say the same about you, you’re so bitter and hateful. You’re not the Camden I remember. Was being so rich and famous that hard for you?” Ever since I laid eyes on him, he’s been hard and cold. Something’s happened since I’ve been away, I just don’t know what. It pains me to know I wasn’t here by his side when it happened either.

He chuckles, looking away as his hands slide through his hair. His eyes slip over to mine and become hooded as they fall to my chest once again.

“You’ve grown since I saw you last.” He changes the subject and my tits react on their own, my nipples hardening from the sudden attention.

“Yeah, you have too.” My eyes fall to his crotch.

He stands and his jersey shorts are tented at the front. It does things to me, he unwinds my sense of control. I bite my lip thinking about untying his pants and letting them fall to his ankles.

My breath catches in my throat as the dirty thoughts parade through my mind. It’s always been so easy around Camden. My attraction for him is so natural it’s unsettling sometimes. My body talks to his in a way I will never understand.

Stepping toward me he lowers his head, his eyes gleaming with primal need. I don’t know how to react to the sudden attention and step backwards until my back presses against the wall. My eyes fluttering as my lips part from my labored breath caused by his nearness.

Camden rests his hands right above my head, his face coming within inches of mine. His breath brushes against my lips seductively. Taking my gaze from his mouth I peer into his hooded ocean eyes.

“I want you,” I whisper, the words coming out on their own, so natural. As if I never left him. I panic, my heart stammering in my chest in anticipation of his reply.

His eyes widen as if he’s shocked to hear my admission. Quickly, he masks his surprise with an arrogant smirk. My stomach sinks knowing whatever he’s going to say next, I’m not going to like.

“After a fight I’m usually in need for a good f*cking, Tate. I have a phone full of f*ck buddies, should I add your number?”