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Chapter 31- Promises, Apologies & Laughter
“He left me…” I uttered in a muffled wail as I let Cameron embrace me. He soothingly stroked my hair as I tried to pull myself together. Do you have to go and cry? I scolded myself. Seriously. Don’t be such a baby! Hey! Leave yourself alone. You deserve to be allowed to cry too! And besides… tomorrow you can just blame it on the alcohol, my nicer voice told me. At this point, I knew I was going a little crazy. Yea, fight with yourself in your head while you’re crying in the arms of a British asshole gone sweetheart. That makes so much sense.
“I promise I won’t leave you,” he whispered over and over again until I finally stopped crying.
All the employees were giving us freaked out looks, as they slowly continued working and eyeing us.
“I’m sorry. This is probably not how you wanted to spend your night,” I apologized, quickly wiping the tears that had escaped my eyes during my breakdown.
Cameron gave me a boyish grin. “Not exactly, but you got to cry and I got to practice my magnificent comforting skills.”
I gave him a little smile. “Magnificent, huh?” I teased. “You mean saying all the right things to make me stop crying?”
He trained his crystal blue eyes on my blue-green ones as he gently cupped my face. “I meant every word I said.” Instead of kissing me, he pulled me into a hug. I let myself sink into his hug. He smelled like some intoxicating mix of vanilla and amber.
“You don’t have to say it. I know I smell good,” he smirked.
“And there is the Cameron I know and love,” I teased.
He gave me a sheepish smile and I could’ve sworn I saw him blush a little. “Is the Cameron Westfall the Fourth, blushing?” I exclaimed.
“No… you’re… you’re… just imagining things, yea that’s it,” he stuttered as he grabbed my hand. “Let’s get you home.”
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I woke up feeling slightly confused. How did I get… to my bed? I wondered, noting how snugly I was tucked in. I sat up and let out a yawn as I stretched. That’s when I realized I was still wearing the clothes I wore last night. Slowly, a thought crept to the front of my mind. Cameron. I had been with Cameron last night. He must have brought me home. I instinctively touched my pink lips…. We had kissed. I smiled a little. He had tucked me in before I dozed off, but I was too tired to remember what he had said.
“Thinking of me,” Cameron huskily asked, from the pink armchair he had been sleeping on. He startled me, making me fall out of my bed. I landed on the wooden floor with a thud!
“Not anymore,” I huffed, rubbing my shoulder. “What are you doing here anyways?” I asked looking up at him.
Cameron was still wearing his black baggy skinnys, white button down and black blazer from last night. Although his clothes were a little wrinkled and his hair was all tousled, he still had a morning freshness about him. “I had to go get your car from the club last night before they towed it and when I was returning your keys, I just kind of crashed,” he explained. “And besides, I promised I wouldn’t leave you.”
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