Cameron Taylor is an independent, strong-willed girl who happens to have a knack for violence. After completing her junior year at UCLA, she's not looking forward to spending a Summer at home. Besides having a dark past that she keeps locked away fr...
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I've officially lost all sense of sanity.
I must have if I actually told Cam my entire life story and all the shit that happened.
I genuinely think I need to see a doctor or some shit because something is clearly wrong with me.
The nightmare from last night was one of the worst I've had in a while. When Cam woke me up, I was just so shaken from it that I felt like spilling everything to her.
I even cried in her arms for fucks sake.
When was the last time I cried?
I think it was when my dad died.
Four years ago.
Then Cam bulldozed right over that streak I had going.
I thought it would be weird between us today, or she'd go running to tell everyone what happened, but she's been her usual sarcastic and bitchy self.
And for some reason, I don't see those as bad traits anymore.
We both woke up around the same time and right when I expected a mocking comment, she shocked the hell out of me by sending me a small smile and offering to let me shower first. All I could do was slowly shake my head 'no' and allow her to go first because of my stupor. And then I was greeted with the drool-worthy sight of her ass poking out of her t-shirt, clad in black lacy underwear, as she walked towards the bathroom. Which, of course, lead to me jacking off at eight in the morning.
I don't even know what to think of our new relationship. It's all kind of up in the air and none of it makes sense.
Then again, nothing has ever made sense between us.
But I want to ask where we stand exactly and get a read on what's going through her head. Are we friends now? Friends, who give each other occasional orgasms? Or are we maintaining our standing truce of only trying not to insult each other constantly? We've both come to terms and let the other one know that we no longer hate each other, as well as admitting to caring for the other, but I have no clue where that leaves us.
Oh God, I sound like a fucking pre-teen girl trying to figure out if her crush likes her or not. I might as well just give Cameron a note saying 'Do you like me? Yes or No' with little checkboxes.
As I said, I've lost all sanity.
I don't think I've had a waking moment where Cam hasn't invaded my thoughts since I met the woman.
Which is unnerving, to say the least.
Until I can determine where we stand, I've just been trying to act how we usually do with each other, while also making sure the others don't catch on to any change in our behavior. The last thing I need is Theo and Jacks interrogating me with questions.
It seems to be working until Brady calls Cam and me into the meeting room to give us a briefing for our next mission. The second we're alone for the walk downstairs, it's like a rope snaps into place, taught and simmering with burning tension. Neither of us says a word during the short trek. Clearly, we're both very aware and very affected by whatever is happening between us.
