It's your fault

Chapter forty-one: Tickle me?

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"Your going to stay here from now on okay, this is the only place you will be safe." Demetrius stands before me drying his hair with a towel with another around his waist. I'm distracted by his body as he speaks to me.

"The only place? Wouldn't Taretto's room be safe, no one would go in there." I have no idea why I just said that. "That's true but you won't be safe from Taretto himself." Good point.

I feel myself getting tired. Demetrius was kind enough to let me wear one of his t-shirts that went just above my knees. I did take the time to put my underwear back on. He finishes getting dressed and climbs back into his comfortable bed. Oh and by dressed I just mean him in sweatpants. No shirt. Fine by me.

The lights go off and TV comes on. He turns on one of the best shows ever, Criminal Minds. It's kind of ironic if you think about it, a criminal watching criminal minds. I lay on his chest as he holds me in his solid but comfortable arms. I drift into sleep.

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Toilet flushes.

I sit up in bed and Demetrius isn't by my side. I move my hair out out my face, wiping my mouth and lastly rubbing my eyes to adjust. The bathroom door opens and out comes...not Demetrius.

"Cameron?" What the fuck, why is Cameron walking out of Demetrius's bathroom..with no shirt on? "Good morning sleeping Beauty." I'm sure the look on my face is muddled. I fell asleep with Demetrius, both of us half naked. Now I wake up in the same bed, still half naked only with a different guy exiting the bathroom also half naked.

What the fuck?

"Why are you in here?" I ask with the covers up to my chin. "Well damn, can't get a good morning back okay." He throws his hands up looking hurt in a playful manner. Just him saying that makes me giggle, he's such a goof. "I'm sorry Cameron good morning." I bow my head pretending to be..whatever I have no idea.

"Thank you, Demetrius had to take care of some business but he should be back sooner then later." I can't help but wonder why he doesn't have a shirt on so I just ask. "Um--how come you don't have a shirt on?" I look at his damn. "I don't sleep with a shirt on, what guy does?" Rhetorical question for sure.

Wait a second. Did he also sleep in the same bed with me?

"You slept with me?" He takes a seat on the bed, sitting next to me. I don't really feel uncomfortable with him in bed next to me, he makes me feel safe actually. "Yeah we slept together only for a little bit cause you know you wore me out."

What?!

My eyes wide and jaw dropped. He starts laughing at me. "I'm just playing with you, we didn't do anything I just came in, you were sleep, I turned the tv on for a while then fell asleep." I huff in relief. "Oh okay good, what time is it anyway?" He reaches on the side dresser picking up his phone. I take a glance at his wallpaper cause I'm a creep. It's just a picture of..nothing..it's just black.

"9:23." Still pretty early. "Don't I need to take that medicine?" I remember. Telling by the look on cameron's face he just remembered too. "Shit. I'll call D and ask where he put it."

"Where did you put the pill?" On the phone now with 'D.'

"Okay..yeah she's awake...no I didn't." That last part Cameron sounds a bit annoyed. He runs his hand threw his hair as he listens to Demetrius on the other end. "Got it." Then he hangs up the phone, tossing it back onto the side table. He moves off of the bed and goes back into the bathroom.