You were watching the Penguins game, and just as Crosby was going to score, the t.v shuts off and you gasp.
"What! NO NO NO! CROSBY WAS JUST ABOUT TO TIE THE GAME!" you shout.
Cameron chuckles deeply in your ear. You stand up and turn towards him,"CAMERON!"
He winks at you,"No hello hug? Kiss? Nothing?" He pouts, but his pouty lips are soon replaced with a boyish smirk.
You roll your eyes,"I'm missing the hockey game. Kessel was doing so good! And Crosby was JUST about to tie up the game!" You say, crossing your arms over chest.
"Wouldn't you rather.... Netflix and chill with me?" He smirks. You shake your head,"Not at the moment. This is the playoff game before the Stanley Cup." You roll your eyes.
Cameron grabs your hand, pulling you into his chest, his lips connecting with yours. As much as you loved it, you pushed him away.
"What is up with you?" You giggle, walking away from him. You walk into the kitchen, Cameron following behind you.
Cameron grabs your waist, kissing your neck. You giggle, gently elbowing him away,"Go away.. Your like a fly."
He chuckles, kissing your neck again. "Cameron. Stop it." You say. He pouts,"Why?"
"You ruined my hockey game." You say. He roles his eyes and pushes you against the counter, looking into your eyes.
"C'mon, baby. Don't be like that." Cameron says. He kisses your forehead.
"Whatever."
