When Cami moves in with the 2 most popular guys in school in a new foster home placement, she realizes that her tragic past just might make it so that she will stay lonely forever.
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Cami has...
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One moment, it was only Cami brushing delicate fingers across the ink stained into my skin.
The next, she was leaning closer and closer, the sweet scent of her perfume from earlier in the day still clinging to her soft skin.
The next, she was a fluttering hummingbird, nervous and eyes wide with a question in them that I didn't know the answer to.
She was a masterpiece crafted and painted and made for my desires and wants and needs; like she was created for me, crafted from golden hands and molded into a form that was wholly her own but my biggest temptation.
Still, I kept my hands at my sides.
Still, I didn't move a muscle.
I did not place my hands on her waist nor her neck.
I did not press my body tight into hers, no matter how hard I was shaking to keep myself from doing so.
I did not dare breathe when her soft lips pressed down onto my own, like feather silk and pillowy satin brushing against my mouth.
I stifled the groan bubbling up in my throat; it would've come out sounding like a choking garbled mess, and I didn't want to ruin this moment, not as she placed her hands on my shoulders and tingles spread outward, like a seismic current sending shockwaves throughout my entire body.
In the dim lamp glow of her bedroom, Cami explored my body with her hands and lips, and I allowed her every indulgence because what else could I do but remain unmoving, terrified that she might break this contact and think it a mistake even as she had been the one to make the first move.
She pulled back suddenly, cheeks flushed and pupils blown out from desire and suddenly that haunted, lost look was completely gone, replaced by a divine need and primal instinct driven by this inch of separation between us.
"Is...is this okay?"
Her dark voice filled the otherwise silent air around us, and damn if I didn't want to snap and throw her down on the bed and show her just how okay this was...but she wasn't ready for that.
She might never be ready for that, and the sudden shy look in her eyes had me reaching up and pushing the hair behind her ears, fingers trailing along the skin of her cheeks and tracing the plump curve of her pink lips slightly swollen from her kisses.
I could only nod, too absorbed to pull back and sign, because this was not the time for words.
We didn't need them.
In this moment between the two of us, where the outside world didn't exist, we were floating on a cosmic cloud of stars and moon dust shooting us through the atmosphere.
And then she was pulling me closer.
I was up out of the chair and kneeling on the bed, hovering over her small body.
