He moved back and took off his flannel and shirt. "No-no-no put your shirt back on." I said to him. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating and my face was turning red. I was cornered and I couldn't move, he grabbed me softly through my hair and he just BOOM kissed me. Everything seemed to slow down. Oh god. Calm down. Calm down. That was all that I could remember about that night but, when I woke up the night after that, he was sleeping with me on my bed. "Oh my god. What did we do last night? Why are you in my bed. Why do you have lipstick marks on your face?" I asked him right after he woke up in shock. "You don't remember? That is not your shirt either." He said to me. I looked at my shirt and figured out that it was his. I ran to the bathroom and figured out that I looked so hungover and I had a... mark on my neck. I ran to my bed again and hid under the covers. "It's fine, don't worry. She won't find out." He said to me, trying to get me out of there. "Did we really make out?" I asked him. "What did we do cameron?" I asked him so slowly that it sounded that the spaces were periods. He just looked at me biting his lip."what the f*** did we do Cameron?" I shouted and I saw our friends staring at us.
So.. this is quite a short Chapter but it's really weird so yahh. Sorry for the long update
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More Than Just 'Friends' (ON HOLD)
RandomCameron; the attractive, rich, popular, friendly, smart Gentleman, but let's just call him this, 'The Silver Boy' why silver, you ask? Let's just say that there's someone else. His name is Dylan Rivera. surprisingly similar in personality, and well...
