The Ones Who Saved Us

Chapter 19

Arya's POV

My hand brushed against the wall of Cameron's bedroom wall, the textured and bumpy surface scraping against my fingernails. The sounds of crickets echoed through the windows and disrupted the silence but somehow adding peace to it. I tucked my hands into the front pocket of Cameron's hoodie as I cuddled further under the throw blanket that was tossed over his bed.

It was Saturday night, and I had told my parents that I was at Ava's place. I had asked her to cover for me if my parents called her or her family knowing that she would be the most willing of my friends to do so. Cara wasn't too enthusiastic of my relationship with Cameron, but he made me feel like I mattered, like I was the most special girl in the world.

But really, he allowed me to ignore the undeniable feelings I had for a certain someone, feelings that my family would never accept.

Cameron stepped out of the bathroom wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants, a towel slung around his neck as water dripped from his hair. A smile tugged on the corner of his lips as he asked, "Is that my sweatshirt?"

"It's freezing in here, and all I had on was a long-sleeve shirt."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Cameron said, holding his hands up in defense. He walked over to where I was laying on his bed and sat down on the edge of it. Placing a finger under my chin, he tilted my head upwards as he brought his lips to meet mine. His other hand held the side of my face, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. His soft lips stayed on mine for only a second before pulling away, his lips moving over to my ear, whispering, "You look good in my clothes."

I gave a playful shove to Cameron's shoulder, causing a deep chuckle to leave his lips. "You're cute when you blush, kiska."

Rolling my eyes, I said, "I didn't blush. And even if I did, I'm brown, and you wouldn't be able to tell."

"Sure," he mumbled. Looking over at the clock on his nightstand, he asked, "When do you have to be back home?"

"In an hour."

Cameron's raised eyebrow caused me to look down, my hand tugging on the sleeve of the sweatshirt. "But I'm sure my mom will be okay if I get home a bit later."

A finger lifted my chin upwards as Cameron's lips met mine for a quick kiss. His hot breath fanned my face as he whispered, "Good."

Cameron moved closer towards me and placed one hand on the side of my face, his thumb softly caressing my cheek. He brought his head closer to me, and it wasn't long before his lips were once again pressed against mine. The kiss started off gentle, my hands running through Cameron's hair, but grew hungrier as Cameron lifted me up by the waist and placed me on his lap so that I was straddling him.

Cameron's lips parted, his tongue pushing against my lips until I opened them. The hands that were once placed on my waist moved lower. I placed my hands on top of his, trying to reposition them higher, but Cameron pushed back. His hands slipped under the sweatshirt I was wearing, stroking my bare back.

"Cam, wait," I said, pushing back against his chest.

Instead of listening to my pleas, he tugged on the bottom of the sweatshirt trying to take it off. I gave a hard shove on Cameron and jumped off the bed, wrapping my arms around myself.

"What the fuck?" I yelled. "I asked you to fucking stop. Why didn't you listen to me?"

Cameron glared at me, pushing himself off the bed and slowly walking towards me. "You wanted this, didn't you?"

"Obviously not! I asked you to stop, Cameron."

The distance between Cameron and I decreased as he cornered me against the wall and slammed his fist on the wall next to my head, causing me to flinch. "Then why were you leading me on? You made me think you wanted this, Arya. What happened today is on you."