Chapter forty-nine: Ouch

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In the bedroom stands Cameron and Demetrius. I look at Demetrius with cautious eyes, I know he always gets jealous for nothing. I can only imagine how he feels about me coming out of Cameron's bathroom, with nothing but a towel.

Hopefully Cameron told him that we were just playing a game and I wanted to take a shower. That's it. Demetrius is keeping his expressions to a minimum. He looks at me with a blink stare. I look over at Cameron who's just sitting on the bed and he's looking at me with innocence. "I got some clothes for you." Finally the silence broken. "Okay." I say awkwardly. "Come on I'll show you." He holds his hand out waiting for me to approach.

Demetrius takes my hand and leads me past Cameron who lies on the bed and out back down the hall to my room. Once in I see a bunch of bags on my bed and around the bed on the floor. "What's this?" I ask as I approach the bed. "I went to your place and got your stuff for you...once your dressed I have a surprise for you." His voice tempting. I wonder what it could be. "I'll let you get dressed, just come to my room when your done." He leaves closing the door behind him.

I grab one bag and it's full of my sweats. I pull over another bad and find a pair of black leggings. I go through another bag looking for a shirt. I come across my baggy, long sleeved shirt that white with purple. On the front it says 'lost my heart' the words in floral print. It's an extremely comfortable outfit I put together. In another bag I look to find some underwear, I find my black lace undies. So cute and comfortable. My shirt is long enough to cover the the back of my butt so my undies are not showing, not that it even really matters.

I find my brush and get through the naps. Once all done I head out and go to Demetrius's room like he said. His door is closed so being me I knock first. I was taught to always knock on a bedroom door before barging in, I learned the hard way.

"Come in." He shouts through the other side of the door. I turn the knob and enter, a little fur ball comes running towards me. "Sassi!" My little baby! He even got her for me, I'm glad, she's my little pride and joy. "I thought you would like your little surprise. She's so cute." Even Demetrius sounds soft saying my little sassi is cute. She is of course. She had her doggy sweater on that says 'my snuggle bug' it's true, she is my snuggle bug, she sleeps with me every night, laying by my feet or anywhere she feels comfortable.

"Thank you." Sassi in my arms licking my face like there's no tomorrow. "No problem." Me and sassi walk over and take a seat on his bed. Demetrius closes the door and comes over sitting next to us. I sit sassi down and she continues to jump on me until she settles down.

I pet her and look up to find Demetrius looking me in the eyes with a pleasant smile.

"What?" I ask taking my hand off of sassi and placing it on my lap along with the other. "Nothing." Lies, there's definitely something. I begin to blush so I turn my head, looking down at my lap, fiddling with my hands. Demetrius places his manly, sexy hand on mines, taking my hand out of my lap and onto his. Nervous, I look up and into his gorgeous eyes. "Your so beautiful." More blushing. "Thanks." Not knowing what to say. He makes me feel so..unknown. I feel everything when I'm with him.

He smiles softly as he looks down at my lips. His expression grows serious and craving. His eyes flick up to mines then back down to my lips. He leans in ever so slowly. I mirror his motions, leaning in until out lips meet, his warm and soft. The hand that was holding mines is now holding the side of my face. His tongue dances with mines.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead gently to mines.

"I wish the baby was mines." At this point I feel the same way. He would be the best out of all the rest that could actually be the father. Even Ethan at this point, he's fucked up the feelings I had for him. "Me too." I whisper. His smile is so real and beautiful it brings joy through my enire body.

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