You woke up from the splitting headache coupled with the harsh and unforgiving amount of light flooding through the window, landing directly on your face. Your eyes fluttered open and you groaned lightly, racking your brain for memories from last night, but you couldn't produce any. But one thought did stand out, and that was that NOTHING good happens after 2 am, and unfortunately, you had been already blackout drunk by midnight. You huffed slightly, deciding to get up and grab some Advil for your headache, and when you threw your arm out to free yourself from the covers, your arm hit something solid.
Your entire body froze as fear consumed you. Was there a body in your bed? Was it alive? You slowly turned your head to the side, and came face to face with a sleeping Cameron Dallas, other wise known as, your best friend since fifth grade. It took everything inside of you not to scream out and jump off the bed, but the minute you saw his face and bare chest, a whole flood of memories came to the front of your mind. Memories of Cameron taking Jell-O shots off your body, another memory of Cams lips on yours as your back hit a wall. And the last memory, Cam pulling your dress down roughly before shoving you onto the bed. The minute you came out of your little phase of memories, you began to panic and breath heavily. You had just had sex with your best friend! Would he remember? What if this ruined your friendship forever?
The last thought was too painful to think about, so you just buried your head in your hands. At that exact moment, Cameron stirred in his sleep, and slowly woke up. "Where the fu..." His sentence stopped short when he made eye contact with you, his t shirt thrown sloppily over your body from last night. His eyes widened as he realized that he was only wearing his boxers under the covers, because he hates sleeping naked, so he must have put them back on after you finished. He suddenly sat up completely straight, and looked straight at you. "We d-didn't, um, we didn't have sex did we?" He stuttered awkwardly, glancing from his hands back up to your eyes. You bit down on your bottom lip, trying to force the tears back. "We did." You whispered, confirming the truth to him, and his eyes widened even more than they were, which seemed impossible.
"O-oh God, Morgan, i-I'm really sorry. Oh God." He said, shoving his face into his hands. You swallowed thickly, an awkward silence falling over both of you. This was your worst fear realized, this was going to end your relationship. This was going to be it, and then you would never see Cameron again except at parties that you both got invited too, and you would make awkward eye contact from across the room, and maybe wave gingerly, but that would be it. It would never be the same.
Before you could stop them, a few tears leaked out of your eyes, along with a quite sob. You love Cameron with all of your heart, you couldn't just let him go. "Hey, don't cry." He said, instinctively pulling you into his bare and warm chest. "B-but it's g-going to be awkward around us n-now!" You said sadly into his chest, tears dripping out of your eyes still. He hugged you a little tighter, rocking you both slightly back and forth. "No, no I won't let that happen. It's fine, listen to me Morgan, I love you." He said sweetly, relief washing over you as soon as the words left his mouth. You relaxed slightly under his grip, and regained your breath. "Thank God. I love you too Cameron." You sighed into his chest, your headache reducing slightly, and your shoulders relaxing. You could feel Cameron shift slightly, and soon you were face to face with him, your legs on either side of his waist. He looked at you deep in the eyes, and you could see frustration in his beautiful eyes. "No, Morgan, I really love you. Like love, love you." He spoke quietly, breaking eye contact with you.
The air was sucked from your lungs as his words registered in your head. Your best friend since you were nearly twelve just told you that he loved you? Was this even real life? What do you say back to him? Your whole vocabulary just escaped you at that moment, and you were unable to form any sentences, or even speak one word. So you just let your body take control, and within seconds you were kissing him softly, running your hands through his hair. He kissed back immediately, the kiss being soft and sweet. Shocks went down your spine as you kissed, and you felt a part of you being filled that you didn't even know was empty. Cameron was what you had been missing in your life. And now that you had him, you weren't going to let him go.
