Memories (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 20 'Cold Shower'

Cameron's POV

I woke up to the sound of running water. I turned and saw that Wesley wasn't next to me. I was kind of upset about it too. I got up without looking in the mirror and walked into his bathroom.

"Geez, hurry up in there or I'll have no warm water left," I said, peeking my head in the side of the curtain. I felt the water and saw that it already was cold.

"Oh my gosh, you're taking a cold shower! You're so gross. I cannot believe you," I teased him, closing the curtain.

"It's not what it looks like," he said while laughing, "okay maybe it is, but it's not like that!"

"Whatever you say, horny boy," I hollered, walking out. I walked downstairs, and Drew was smirking at me. I gave him a confused look.

"What's your problem?" I asked sassily, hitting his shoulder playfully.

"Oh nothing, just the clothes, the hair, the makeup," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. I looked down, realizing I was in Wesley's clothes.

"You think- No, no, no, no, no! We didn't, I swear," I pleaded.

"Good, because I'd have to beat Wesley's ass if you did," he chuckled. I rolled my eyes and nudged him.

"Apparently Wesley had a little fantasy dream about it actually happening though," I giggled.

"He's taking a cold shower?" I nodded while he joined in on me laughing. Wesley walked down as we were laughing.

"Stop laughing! Drew don't tell me you've never had to take a cold shower," he said jokingly, rolling his eyes.

"Can't say I recall," he said, acting like he was thinking about it. It happens to every guy, I know that, but it's just funny to give Wesley a hard time for it.

"But for real, I'll be back, I'm going to go get a shower," I stated, getting up and going back to Wesley's room. I stripped down and hopped into the now warm shower. I finished cleaning up and turned the water off. I went to grab for my towel and realized there wasn't one there.

"Wesley," I yelled. There was no answer. "Wesley! Please come here, now," I yelled. I heard footsteps coming, so I peeked my head out of the curtain.

"Yes? Did someone forget a towel," he smirked, peeking his head through the door. I glared at him.

"Get me one, please," I whined.

"Let me think about it, no," he winked, shutting the door.

"Wait-"

"Mhmm," he opened the door back instantly, giving me a questioning look.

"I'll never make fun of you again, and I'll give you a kiss," I pleaded. He rubbed two fingers on his nonexistent beard and thought for a second. He walked over to me and puckered his lips. I giggled and kissed them. He tried to make it more intense, but I was naked, and there's no telling what could've happened after that.

"Go get me a towel," I giggled, pushing him away. He sighed and gave me an eye roll. He threw a towel back at me and walked out. I finished getting ready and walked back downstairs.

"I think I'm going to go get some coffee. You guys want anything?"

"I'll go with you," Wesley insisted. Keaton chimed in and insisted he wanted to go alone with me.

"You'll be with me tonight," I reminded Wesley. With a lot of pouting, he finally agreed to let Keaton and I go by ourselves. He wanted to drive, which did scare me quite a bit.

"Cam?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to come with you so we could talk. How's your relationship with Wesley going?"

"Fine, why? Is there something you know that I don't?"

"No, I'm just looking out for you. How was your date last night?"

"It was great. He asked me to be his girlfriend. Honestly, I've never seen this side of Wesley, and it's making me fall for him even more than I already was," I admitted truthfully.

"That's great! I know he's really happy with you. He was always happy being friends with you, but now that you're together, he can't stop being happy," Keaton laughed.

"I'm happy with him too. But can I admit something?"

"Who am I going to tell?"

"I know this is weird to talk about because you're his brother, but think of it as my friend, not his brother," I chuckled. "Last night, I went skinny dipping with Wesley," I started as he was already cringing. "Well, I didn't have a problem with taking my clothes off at first, but then we started kissing in the pool, and" I was cut off by him.

"Tell me you didn't have sex in our pool," Keaton groaned.

"No! Let me finish! Okay, so we started kissing and when his hands started touch me I felt weird. I started to feel really self conscious and didn't want to be in front of him like that anymore. I've never had that feeling with any other guy. I don't know, maybe it's just because I want to take things slow with him. It started happening, and I felt like we were crossing a major boundary at the time. I don't want sex to change what we have, you know? He's not my best friend anymore. He's my boyfriend, and that kind of scares me, but at the same time, how could we keep these feelings to ourselves anymore?"

"Just tell him you want to take things slow. For you, he'd do anything, really. As for the self conscious part, you should love yourself. You're a great girl, and you're unbelievably pretty. Don't let Wesley scare you. Do you love him?"

"I don't think it's a new feeling for me, Keats. I more so think that the feelings have always been there for him, and they're just coming out and growing stronger, you know?"

"Yeah, you should tell him that," he encouraged. I thought about it for a second.

"What if he's not ready for love, though? I don't want to make our relationship awkward already by me moving too quick for him."

"Trust me, he'd be relieved to hear it," Keaton chuckled. We arrived at the coffee shop and got our coffee along with Drew and Wesley's. Keaton and I sat down in the little shop and drank our coffee while we talked. It was nice to catch up with him. I missed days like this with him.