always & forever

Part 4 - Can't Resist A Virgin

James's POV

I was in complete disarray. Camille in love with someone?! No! This reality woke me up to the fact that if I didn't fucking do something then I would never, ever have her! Never! If I let this go tonight, I would spend my entire life second guessing everything.

Dear God, please hear me now, please give me strength in this moment. Please save me from weakness. Please don't let me touch her.

My little prayer turned over in my head as I watched Camille twirl in front of me in her almost non existent pyjamas. What was the point of wearing them if they were so small?! Short sleeves, a T-shirt that ended at her bellybutton and shorts that revealed those round and perfect butt cheeks. Oh and I'm sorry, forgot to mention; material so thin that I could clearly see her nipples and how flawless her breasts were. Dear God, lead me not into temptation, but deliver me from evil.

Camille had never spoken to me in such a way and neither had I, but the secret that we were involved in, in her quiet and dark room, somehow broke down all barriers that I worked so hard at keeping up. I hadn't even realized I had built barriers until they were all smashed to pieces in this room tonight.

Fuck, she was a literal vixen, sent from the devil himself to tempt me and lead me into sin. Corrupting my best friend's little sister? Right here in her room? Right above her parents' heads? Not sure what the punishment for that in hell would be, but I was sure it involved some sort of fire burning me alive.

I so longed to do it. To place my lips on her soft and long neck, so hear her little gasp, to have her gentle hands in my hair, to take off those ridiculously small shorts...to taste her.

"Are you my girlfriend now? Wanting to know all about a boy I like?" She tried her best to avoid answering my question. The way she looked at me plunged me into fantasy of being that man who she was in love with. Oh, the luck of being on the receiving end of her love and affection.

"Not a boy. A man." I repeated her words back to her, sitting so close together on her unmade bed. "And you said love, not like." I corrected her on the details as my eyes roamed around her body, sitting cross legged on her bed.

Suddenly, Camille looked shy and a most endearing smile appeared on her face.

"Why do you care so much?" She whispered back. It was just us, in this little cocoon with the door closed. The only sounds around were the ticking of her wall clock and muffled voices of her parents from downstairs. I thought about how to respond to this question.

"Why is it unrequited? Does he not love you back? Do you want me to go rough him up?" I joked and she broke out into a little giggle, her long hair finally covering her nipples which I did my best not to stare at.

"He...doesn't know that I'm in love with him." Oh shit. This just got more convoluted! I bit my bottom lip, stopping myself from crashing my lips into hers.

"How long have you been in love with him?" I was digging deeper, praying to God and all the saints that she would deliver the biggest gift of my life and tell me it was me.

"A long time." She confessed gently and confetti littered my vision. Maybe she was in love with me?! If she had been in love for a long time, that meant longer than the time she's been away and I'd known her for a long time! I was grasping at straws.

"Mm." I filled the silence with a sound. From the curiosity in her eyes, it was blatantly obvious that she wanted this conversation to continue as much as me. "How old is he?" I was now deathly committed to finding out the details and get the confirmation of what I so desired.

"Older."

"By how much?" I shot out a question right away. Camille hesitated, but then reluctantly revealed the details.