The Bad Boys Secret [Cameron Dallas fanfic]

Chapter 10 - Party Time

There's so many people in every room. People in the kitchen and people in the lounge - there's even people in the corridors! Kylie was right too, there's people in the corners eating each other's faces and there's people dancing on the dance floor. Kylie is included in the corner, she's with Alex her 'friend' with a bonus, and I can see that!

I'm not even tipsy yet because I've only had half the small bottle of WKD and a shot. Meanwhile, nearly everyone is already drunk.

I didn't think a house party would be quite like this though. I had an image in my head but it's not like what I thought at all. It's not so loud of people chatting but loud because the booming music travelling through each room. The smell of alcohol on people as they walk past you or you walk past them. It's so different to what I imagined.

I go into the kitchen where most of the alcohol is. I end up seeing Cameron stood chatting to one of the guys. He whispers something to the guy and then comes over to me.
"Alright," he says chucking his head back with his hands in his pockets. I nod my head and say,
"Is it me or is everyone drunk already?" He starts laughing,
"Yup, we're the only ones who aren't."
"Well let's change that then," I say winking to him. We both take a shot each, and then another and then another. Cameron follows me into the lounge where we dance a little bit with our sisters who are drunk and giggly.

Suddenly I feel the alcohol hit me quick. My vision goes a little blurry but I can still see ok. I go to see Cameron but he's out of sight. I scan the lounge but I can't see over people's heads and dancing bodies. I squeeze in between people and then see Cameron sat on the sofa amongst other people but he's not chatting to them. I walk over to him and he pats his lap. I sit down nervously on his lap and he shouts above the music,
"You look hot tonight!" He's had more to drink, I can smell the alcohol on his breath and I can see it in his face that's he's full on drunk and no longer tipsy.
"Face towards me!" He says tugging at my legs. I sit facing him, my legs either side of his. He stares at my chest whilst running his hands up and down my side.
"You're hot," he shouts over the music but remains glaring at my chest. I can't help but laugh at how drunk he is.
"I know you've already told me!" I shout back over the music. Suddenly his face gets so close them his lips crash on mine. At first I'm startled but then my eyes eventually close and I feel sparks fly all across my body making me feel weak at the knees and light in my heart. Another weight has just been lifted off my shoulders. This isn't quite like a drunk kiss (even though I've never had one I have some type of idea what one would be like) this is a real kiss. His lips begin to move and mine move in sync. We kiss gentle, as if we're trying not to hurt each other. Then he pushes him self towards me more, he gets more forceful and the kiss becomes more passionate. He then pulls away leaving me breathless. He stares at me direct in the eyes making me feel like the zoo has just hit my stomach, and he just stares. Oh, I wish I just knew what he was thinking right now. Do I ask?
"What are you thinking?" I ask to him. He just stares at my face then he puts the back of his hand on my cheek and strokes down it. He looks me in the eyes again and then takes my hand. He gets up and guides me through the crowd of people. We push pass the kissing 'couples' in the corridor and then Cameron starts walking me upstairs. Let's say this has escalated quickly..

We sit in my room on my bed and just stare at each other.
"I did ask a question you know," I say to him, breaking the silence.
"I was thinking about the kiss," he whispers. I nod my head in agreement. I still am thinking about the kiss.
"Was it bad?" I say afraid to hear his answer. He smiles and says,
"No. It was just that - uh never mind." He goes a little stiff and then itches the back of his neck nervously. I decide to open up,
"I felt something." He looks up at me and his hand drops by his side and he smiles,
"You weren't the only one." My body feels tingly and my heart faces, whilst my face glows.
"How did you feel?" I ask trying to sound calm but actually I want to scream with excitement.
"I felt weird. I mean I really got into it, and i just felt weird. I've never felt that way when kissing before. It was odd, but I liked it." I nod my head and smile.

He crawls towards me in the bed and sits opposite me but ever so close. Our breaths mix together as I play with the buttons of his shirt. He undoes one of them and then moves my hands to undo the next one. Without hesitation I undo all his buttons and then I help him take his shirt off. I stare at his toned stomach and I run my fingers along his chest. He grabs the bottom of my bra-let and he pulls it over my head and we end up in fits of laughter as it gets stuck around my head. He helps me take it off and then we both go serious. He pushes me back making me lay down as he hovers his body above mine. He plants his lips softly on mine, starting gently and then becoming more passionate. I feel his body lower down on me, his jeans scratching my leggings. He pulls away from the kiss and looks down at our legs, he looks back and gives me a cheeky smirk and I give one back. We both know what we want and what's going to happen next...