Carnage: Book #1 The Story Of Us (Volume 1)(113)

I smile and shake my head. “In one end and out the other, some things never change do they babe?”

He grins a cheeky grin at me and shrugs. “What can I say G? It’s the way I’m made.”

I watch him as he walks out of the kitchen, a few seconds later, he’s back and stood between my legs as I still sit on the stool, he tucks my hair behind my ears and my belly and my eyelids both flutter at his touch. “When you speak to Cam, be gentle with him.” He looks over my face and gives a slight nod. “I know first-hand, how f*ckin’ awful it is to lose you.” He tilts his head, kisses me gently on the lips and turns and heads for the bathroom.

I sit for a moment longer and look over at the phone; my mind is in a complete whirl, for some reason thoughts of my Mum’s tumble drier come into my head. When we all lived at home, it always seemed to be full of socks, lots and lots of socks, different sizes, different colours, all going around and around and that’s exactly how my head feels right now and every one of those socks represents a thought and each of those thoughts are scrambling for attention in my brain and I have no idea where to start. I swallow down the last of my tea and pick up the phone, I call my flat first and see if Cam picks up but there’s no answer. I let it go to answer phone and call out for Cam to pick up if he’s there but still no answer, I call his flat but there’s no answer there so I leave a short message on his machine. I knew he wouldn’t be at either of the first two places, I’m just delaying the inevitable, it’s one o’clock on a Friday afternoon, there’s only one place he’ll be and that’s the office at the wine bar. He picks up on the second ring.

“Speak.” Charming, he’s so not in a good mood.

“Cam?”

“Kitten? Fuck, where the f*ck are you? Don’t you ever do something like that to me again, you f*ckin’ hear me. I’ve been worried sick, where are you?”

“I’m sorry, I’m fine, I should’ve called you last night. I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“Where are you? I’ll come and get you.”

“No, no, that’s fine, I don’t need collecting.”

“You okay? I missed you, I stayed at yours last night, I needed to be able to smell you, I f*ckin’ hated sleeping in your bed alone, and waking up alone.” My heart gives a little stutter, now that the hard protective brick wall is down, it’s affected by more than Sean it would seem and this little revelation seems to rush over me like a tidal wave. What does that mean? Has Cam always had the ability to make my heart do strange things, if I’d have let him?

“Georgia, you still there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m still here. Look Cam, we need to talk, not on the phone, I need to see you.”

“Well I just said I would come and get you now but I only have an hour, I have a flight out of City Airport to catch at four thirty, and I won’t be back until Monday.”

“Well, I’ll just wait and see you Monday then.” Monday’s good, gives me a bit of breathing space at least.

“I’d really like to see you now Kitten, Monday’s a long way off and I want to show you how sorry I am for being such a prick last night.”

“I can’t Cam, you don’t have to keep apologising, you shouldn’t have behaved like a prick, and I shouldn’t have stormed off like a diva. Go catch your flight and give me a call on Monday, once you’re home.”

He’s quiet for a minute and I feel really mean, I would actually like to see him now, the fact that he’s flying off somewhere I assume is overseas makes me feel a little pang of jealousy, he hadn’t mentioned this trip to me all week and he hadn’t said anything about it last night when I told him to come to Ashley’s party. I start to feel a little pissed off, we argued over Ashley’s party, when he knew full well he wouldn’t be able to come anyway.