I'm Not One of Them

The Things You Do To Me.

Wren’s POV

Waking up, I groaned, feeling sore everywhere on my body. I lifted my head off of Cam’s smooth yet firm chest. Wait –his chest? I took a glance at his half-naked sleeping form and blushed at the thought of him holding me all night.

Careful not to wake him up, I lifted myself off the bed and looked down at what I was wearing. His shirt. I took in his scent and smiled to myself, he really was a sweetheart.

Making my way towards his washroom, I was suddenly pulled back down to his bed by a strong arm,

“Where do you think you’re going, beautiful?” he whispered in my ear and I shivered in utter content.

“Oh, you know, to the washroom,” I giggled, not wanting to meet his gaze.

He turned my face towards him, “Hey, look at me,” he softly demanded, I shook my headed in disagreement.

I didn’t want him seeing me. I didn’t want him knowing how vulnerable I was, or how repulsive I am. He deserves better. Snapping back to reality, I felt tears flowing down my cheek. Acting quickly, I wiped the wet substance off my face, hoping Cameron didn’t notice.

“Why are you crying, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice filled with concern. He placed my chin between his thumb and forefinger lifting my face to finally meet his gaze. Giving up, I huffed a huge breath and let it out,

“I just don’t want you to look at me and see some slut who gets taken advantage of… more than once,” I sniffled after I managed to let out the sentence that had been in my brain for a while now.

As I searched for an answer in his eyes, he grabbed my face, squishing it a little, making me look like a duck,

“Baby, no, you’re not even close to that. Not a chance. The things that happened to you were not your fault. Those guys are scumbag’s okay? You’re perfect. So perfect,” he whispered the last part more to himself than to me.

Taking initiative, I grabbed his face and pulled him in for a rough and passionate kiss. Cam was taken by surprise but recomposed himself and rolled us over so that he was the one to take over now. Breaking the kiss, he looked at me with concerned eyes.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this, the last thing I want is for you to think I’m taking advantage of you because of your vulnerability, sweetheart.” He managed to breathe out.

“Want to know what I want?” I gazed at him with big eyes. When he kept quiet, I took that as my chance to keep talking. “You.” Biting my lip slowly, I leaned a little closer so that our bodies were now pressed together. “I love you.” I whispered, caressing his skin gently with my fingers and I could already sense the change in his body language.

“Wree…” Cam grated lowly, his Adams apple moving slowly down his throat before moving back up. “You don’t have to do this or say anything.”

He was right, I didn’t have to do anything, but I was ready. I knew how I felt and I was ready to be loved, for once in my life.

I moved in closer to his body. “Say it.” I murmured gently, biting my bottom lip, knowing he was close to breaking the wall he had built around him.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. “I…” He paused before continuing, “ I love you too.”

Smiling softly, I leaned upward masking his lips with mine.

Hesitating at first, it didn’t take long before his lips began moving with mine. Latching my teeth onto his bottom lip causing him to groan, I slipped my tongue into his mouth, our tongues immediately beginning to fight for dominance.

Cupping his face in my hands, I pulled him closer as his arm hooked around my waist, bringing me nearer to his body. Digging my fingers into the skin of his cheeks, I deepened the kiss, never wanting to let him go.

Mimicking my actions from before, Cameron grabbed the base of my neck as he continued osculating me: the love and desperation to keep me adjacent perceptible.

Running my fingers up and into his hair, I latched down onto the ends, pulling feverishly causing Cameron to moan into my lips.

Pulling away, Cam pressed his forehead to mine, both of our breathing rigid from how long we had gone without drawing ourselves; our chests moving up and down at an uneven rate. “We shouldn’t be doing this…” He whispered.

“I didn’t see you complaining before you pulled away.” I countered with a smirk.

“Touché,” He chuckled before licking his lips and staring down at my own. “I love you so much…” He pecked me. “You know that, right?”

I nodded. “And I love you too.” Biting my lip, I shifted on the bed. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be here.”

Pressing his lips to mine before pulling away again, he shook his head. “The things you do to me…” He mumbled.

Leaning up once more, I enveloped his lips in a kiss, all the emotions built up inside of us traveling through, and setting electric bolts within us.