My One Night Stand// l.h

Luke

"But why not." Michael groans. I roll my eyes.

"I'm not going to tell you about my sex life for the thousandth time Michael." I say, glancing up at him as he leans against the doorframe for my room.

"But this is important to me!" He complains. I snort.

"It's not like you got laid. Why is what Cam.. Camille and I do important to you?" I demand, almost slipping on her name.

"It just is! Come on, you're my best friend. Who am I going to tell? My parents."

"God I would hope not." I say shaking my head. Michael shakes his head, picking himself up off the frame.

"So when are you seeing her again then?" He asks, shoving his hands into his pockets. I shrug as I continue to type away at my computer. "Don't shrug asshole. When are you seeing her again?" I grinned.

"Tonight." Michael let out a loud whoop to which I rolled my eyes.

"You guys gonna fuck again?"

"That's none of your business Michael."

"Well I'm making it my business." He says defiantly.

"Go back to your video games." I told him, rolling my eyes. Michael scoffed but heeded my advice and soon I could hear the sound of gunfire coming from the living room. Sighing, a small smile on my face, I closed my bedroom door.

I cracked my knuckles and went back to typing on my computer. I was working on something, another story. I had been trying for months now to find inspiration, but after my first book was basically a flop, I wondered if there was even a point anymore.

I found my inspiration in Camilla though. I don't know if I'm writing for her or both her but at least I'm writing. That's why I avoid the topic when she asks what I'm working on. I don't want to scare her by calling her my inspiration. We haven't been dating long enough to get into the heavy stuff.

My phone vibrated as I made a new paragraph. I didn't look at it until I finished it up though. It was a text from Camilla.

Whenever you're ready Luke Baby.

I don't have a set time tonight?

Do you want one?

I don't know. You're always having me be prompt.

Because you look like the type to not be prompt.
Okay babe, come over now. I give you thirty minutes.

Jesus Camilla what if there's traffic?
And what about me screams un-prompt?

Do you want me to give you twenty-five minutes? And I don't know Babe, you tell me. ;) I chuckled and shook my head as I slipped on my shoes.

You're so demanding. I'll be there in fifteen.

You're getting cocky Luke.
I like it. Smirking I opened my bedroom door and walked past Michael on the couch to the front door.

"Where are you going?"

"Camille's" I said with a shrug. Michael smirked

"You have her hook line and sinker." I shook my head as I opened the door.

"I think she's the one who caught me." Michael laughed as I closed the door to our apartment. I arrived at Camilla's doorstep twenty minutes later. She opened the door with a small smirk. She was wearing a plain white shirt, gray sweatpants and her feet were bare. I could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra but I tried not to focus on that.

"You're late."

"By your watch I'm early." I replied as she let me in.

"You said fifteen minutes." I shield as I glanced back at her, heading to her couch.

"And you said twenty-five. I'm in neutral ground here." Camilla rolled her eyes and grabbed my wrist before I could move much farther. I was confused as she pulled me back to her bed. She sat down and scooted back to the headboard, leaning against it before patting the spot next to her.

Taking off my shoes, I sat on the edge of the bed and slid towards her. We sat next to each other, our shoulders pressed together.

"How come you wanted me to come over sooner?" I asked kissing her forehead as she interlocked our fingers. She shrugged and I saw a hint of blush move across her cheeks.

"It gets weirdly quiet when you're not here."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm used to having you around." She says glancing up at me, smiling slightly, like she was embarrassed. I squeezed her hand and brought it to my lips, kissing her knuckles.

"I like having you around too." She snorted.

"I didn't say I liked having you around Luke. I said I got used to you being around." I rolled my eyes at her and bumped her slightly.

"You like having me around. Otherwise you wouldn't have wanted to have sex with me so bad." Camilla turned a little bit more pink at this statement as she hit my chest and gasped.

"Jesus what ditch did you leave quiet, cute Luke in because I want him back." She teased lightly before leaning against my arm. I put it over her shoulders and she laid her head on my chest.

"I thought you liked it when I was confident."

"I said cocky Luke."

"Same thing." She laughed at me as I shrugged.

"Hey, so you're still down for meeting my brother right?" I sighed. "Don't sigh at me Luke Hemmings." I sighed again and she just hit my thigh. I laughed. "Pleaseeee?" She begged, drawing out the E and sitting up.

"I don't know. Mike sounds like a tough character." I joked lightly. Camillia pouted and shook my shoulder gently, which I thought was just the cutest thing.

"He's a really nice guy Luke."

"To you maybe because you're his younger sister I'm the guy dating his younger sister." Camilla rolled her eyes.

"You're meeting him Friday." She said with a shrug of her shoulders, leaning back against the headboard.

"Camilla." I groaned, even though I wasn't really complaining. I wanted to meet her family, even if it was only her brother. Something told me she doesn't let guys meet her family often.

"You're meeting him and that's final." She said with a firm nod of her head. I smiled.

"I know."