It's your fault

Chaptet thirty-three: Cameron

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"Here it is!" His arm extends out pointing to his room.

His room is pretty simple. There's his bed, also in the center wall on the far side of the room. His decor is more light. He has a light gray rug, with even lighter gray walls.

I walk over to his bed, looking at the features. His spread is all white but his pillows all black, with the acceptance of one blood red pillow. I could sleep all night in this bed.

The white cover is smooth, so you won't be cold covering up. Right above the headboard of the bed there's a Chinese symbol.

"What does that mean?" I point to the symbol above the bed. He walks over to my side and stares where my finger points. "Strength."

He seems to have plenty of that.

"How come you don't have any pictures hanging up?" I ask looking around the rest of the room. "I have a hard time finding things that fit my taste."

"Is that so?" I beam at him. "Well I see something I would like to taste." He smirks at me. I just walk over to the other side of the room, he has a bathroom in his room!

I walk in and it's surprisingly clean, his entire room is clean. So was Colton's. I would expect every guys room to be disastrous. I guess they need to keep there space clean.

I go over to the shelf that sits on the wall right about the toilet. It's filled with his cologne and some hair products.

This guy really keeps his shit together, I like that.

"Everything is so clean, do you guys need to keep it clean or do you all have OCD?" I open the mirror just to find a bottle of lotion. "Uh- yeah, we are suppose to keep everything clean but that's also just me, I like being clean."

Time to screw with him.

"So if I do this-?" I go back to the shelf and move all of his fragrances around. "Does this bother you?" I joke. His eyebrows frowned but a smile on his face.

"A little." He hold his two fingers up to show just how little. His eyes squinted just a bit. So I go over to the mirror and get the bottle of lotion out, misplacing it somewhere.

"How about that?!" Throwing it on the floor. I turn around and Demetrius just stared down at me, into my eyes. He has that look like he wants to kiss me. His stare goes from my lips to my eyes than back to my lips.

He steps closer, ever so slowly. His hands reach around my sides and he stands close to my face. His nose touching mines, my eyes fixed on his. That's when his lips meet with mines.

Gosh darn it!

He gets a grip around my waist and lifts me up, sitting me on top of the sink. My arms wrap around his neck as his lips take mine. He is really good at fucking a girl up.

Before it gets to me anymore I push him off.

"Not so fast cowboy!" I hop down from the sink. My short ass. I go back into the bedroom area and over to the bed. "What would you do if I just-?" I stand on the side, take the spread, and pull. Messing his bed up, rearranging the pillows.

"I would just mess it up more." He comes over to my side and sits down in front of me. So I step closer and dig my fingers into his hair.

"And if I do this?" Giving a slight tug. He leans his head back and to the side, looking up, biting his lower lip. "I would return the favor, I could pull your hair all night." He's being so serious right now, the look in his eye is making me go crazy!