Warning: RWB spoilers ahead.
Some say the best love stories often take time.
Emery Chernychevsky has had a crush on Cameron Brooks since he can remember. Watching him date different girls all throughout high school was nothing if not pure torture...
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Week 6: The Agonizing Pause
If there was one thing Cameron hated whenever he had a forthcoming hook-up with someone, whether or not he liked them, it was kissing.
Cameron hated kissing.
He hated the awkward, desperate attempt of somebody trying to rile him up with their tongue. He'd had a bunch of girlfriends before he even knew how sex works, and all of them seem to be big fans of kissing. Cameron wasn't. If he could, he'd skip the whole thing and just get the sex over with, go home, and spend the rest of his miserable day.
To be fair, none of Cameron's relationships ever lasted more than a couple of months. The longest girlfriend he ever had a relationship with lasted a little over sixteen weeks, and that was only because they rarely talked. Cameron knew that all the girls he'd ever been involved with only stayed with him because they didn't want to be alone, and he supposed it was fair.
A part of him shared the same sentiment, except he's never had real feelings for any of them, which was why he's always the one who breaks things off. Always the jerk. The bad ex.
To some extent, they might be right.
Affection has always been a stranger to Cameron, and up until last night, something as simple as kissing someone felt like work.
Up until last night, a kiss bringing more amount of satisfaction than any physical intimacy he's ever had in his past relationships didn't seem possible.
Up until last night, Cameron has never been so angry and frustrated at the same time. He never felt so desperate, so lost in his own conscious thoughts, so... hopeful.
And so fucking relieved when he finally got what he never thought he wanted.
When he was following Emery through that hallway, it was like all the bottled-up feelings he'd been denying, ignoring, and tossing to the darkest corners of his mind got fed up and blew themselves up all at the same time. It was overwhelming, and for a moment Cameron thought of tossing them again and turning away.
Pining was not new to him, but God was it hard to pine for someone when you're afraid of being wrong. Cameron refused to admit what those emotions meant for a long time, but now he's certain. He was done fooling himself.
"Are you doing this on purpose?" he breathed. His chest hurts, but that was the least of his concerns.
Emery released a tiny gasp of air. "What?"
Kissing Emery was his last desperate move.
His confession.
"I don't know what you heard when I said what I said in that room." Cameron felt himself moving. He could hear himself talking, yet everything but the boy standing in front of him seemed like an indiscernible fuzz. "But I'm done sitting around."
