Lustful Encounters

eighteen.

I had woken up to the smell of food. I stretched blissfully and sat up to check my surroundings. Oh yeah the condo. So it really happened. I smiled at the playbacks of the sexual events that had taken place earlier today. I looked over to see an alarm clock and it was 9:28 p.m. Wow, he really wore me out, I thought. I had gotten out of the bed and followed the mouth watering aroma. There, I had saw Will, his glorious back facing me as he cooked.

"How'd you sleep?" He asked not looking back.

"How'd you know I was in here?" I questioned.

"You're not very quiet. Now since I answered your question, are you going to answer mine?" He asked turning around and walking towards me in all his upper body glory.

"I slept fine, more than fine." I had let out a shaky breath.

"Nervous?" He asked taking notice.

"No." Of course Will made me nervous, Will made me a lot of things. He hummed in response and leant down and gave me sweet kiss.

"Go take a shower, dinner's almost ready." He kissed my forehead.

I walked into the room got a dry towel and a face towel I looked for my sleeping clothes and couldn't find them in either of the bags Will brought.

"Um, where are my sleeping clothes?" I asked shifting from one foot to the other.

"I wanted you to wear my clothes to bed while we're here, or you could just go naked, either way it'll still be a treat for me." He smirked.

"And why do you want me to sleep in your clothes?" I asked placing my hand on my hip.

"Because every since I saw you in that big t-shirt after I dropped you off from the club, I've visualized you sleeping in my clothes. So I didn't pack any of your sleeping clothes." He said simply.

"Just go take a shower dinner will be ready soon." He urged me and I did as told. Will's clothes smelt like him. Of course they smell like him, they're his clothes. My subconscious was back and bitchier than ever. I want more, more sex. Will's amazing sex turned my subconscious into a sex addict. Oh and he also turned me into a bit of one, I've always found myself wet and throbbing but not for anyone else. Just Will. This is bad. Really bad. For the first time ever me and my subconscious had finally agreed on something.

I walked back into the kitchen and Will turned towards my direction.

"Have you seen yourself in my clothes? You'd see why I wanted you in them." He grabbed my hand and I couldn't deny the electrifying shock it gave me, which caused my breath to hitch. No, it wasn't really like electricity, but it gave a homey, good, and mushy feeling having his hand wrapped around mine. I had that feeling just being around him.

"You feel it too?" Will softly asked, and it shocked me that his mind was clearly where mines was at too.

"Yeah." I whispered, as I licked my dry lips. Off guard, Will caught my lips, in what seemed like a needy yet promising kiss. Once we both pulled away we were both breathless.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"Camilla, there's things you do to me, things that-"

"I shouldn't do?" I finished for him as he clenched his jaw.

"I wasn't going to say that." He said.

"But it's something that you should've said." I retorted.

He had let out a breath. Closing his eyes and placing his fingers on the bridge of his nose.

"What I was going to say is you don't do things to me, just sexually, you also give me these happy feelings, feelings that I haven't felt in a long time." He confessed with a shaky breath, as if this confession was too much, hell it was and is too much.

I nodded my head, and all he gave me was a blank look, as if he wanted me to contribute, some deep brewing feeling confession.

I'm pretty sure he does, he opened up to you, why can't you do the same.

You know that's not a good idea.

At this my subconscious is quiet, because she knows I'm right.

He looked angry, and I'm pretty sure he is. He walked into the kitchen area and angrily fixed our plates. Did I do something wrong?

I sat at one end of the table, as did he. I looked down at my plate, steak and potatoes. Yummy. But I didn't have an appetite. Not with this tension.

"Can I just say something." I had cut through the silence. He gave me a look as if to say 'go ahead'.

"Why is it that you're always angry and when you're not angry you're horny! God Will you're so confusing!" I snapped and once I was done snapping my chest was heaving with anger.

"I'm angry because I can't read you, and you don't give anything up. I feel like you can see right through me. And I'm horny most of the time because you're damn sexy." He confessed, yet again.

Little did Will know I couldn't read him, although I wanted to, I felt he only told me what he wanted to tell me but hearing him say that he feels transparent towards me is news.

"Well don't feel like that, because you're a very difficult person to read." I gulped down some water.

"You don't get it, I'm an open book to you and you don't even realize it. You don't see how caught up I am in your web." He said and I feel as if he is staring into my soul.

"I can't help but to be so transparent with you, and you give off nothing. Why? Do you not feel the same?" His question took me by surprise.

"I don't tell you things because then I'd be left vulnerable and exposed." I said shyly. I may sound silly and stupid, but I've never liked that vulnerable feeling.

"You think I'd hurt you?" He asked.

"I know you will."

"I wouldn't."

Looks like we're playing tennis, with words.

"You're hurting me now."

Careful Camilla.

"How?"

Don't go there Camilla.

"Because you're married!"

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