swirl ›› cameron dallas

twenty six

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{breanna's pov}
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I got up from my bed and walked next to the window. I opened the curtains a little and nothing. There's no sign of him. His curtains are closed and I can't see anything.

Why am I thinking about him ? Come on Breanna, you don't like him, you don't like him, you're just confused.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, to drink a glass of water before coming back to my room. I feel more relaxed, now I just really need to sleep. I turned the lights off and pushed the sheets to the back so I could lie down and finally rest.

I closed my eyes and waited for my eyes to get heavy. But it didn't work. I kept my eyes closed until I heard someone knocking downstairs. Weird.

I got up from the bed and went to the closet to dress my pijama shorts. I slowly walked down the stairs, stopping in front of the principal door.

I saw him on the other side and fully opened the door letting him walk inside the house.

I closed the door behind me and crossed my arms against my chest waiting for him to say something.

"Hm Cameron...Can I help ?" I asked looking at him and he looked down thoughtful.

He took a deep breath and looked up this time, staring into my eyes.

"I hope so."

He placed one of his hands on my waist quickly pulling me closer and with his other hand cupped my face kissing me softly and gently.

I kissed him back as I felt both our hearts beating really fast. Never leaving his lips, my back hit the door and he pressed his body against mine, making me crave even more of him.

He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against mine.

"What about the bet?" I asked.

"I don't fucking care about the bet anymore. All I care right now is you." He said breathless.

I smiled and gently slid my hand through his arm making his skin rise. I grabbed his hand and smirked.

"Follow me." I said and he chucked, shaking his head.

We walked up the stairs until we reached to my room. I locked the door, just in case because I'm alone at home. I mean, I was.

When I turned my attention back to him, he just pushed me against the wall, attaching his lips back to mine.

He lifted my shirt just about my waist and placed his hand on my bare skin, giving me the chills. His tongue begged for entrance but at first I denied him access making him suffer a little. He left my lips and started traveling down from my jawline to my neck with small kisses. I pulled on his hair as he sucked on my neck.

His impact was making me weak. He went back to my lips and his grip on my waist tightened as the kiss deepened. With my hands on his chest, I pushed him away from my body.

I walked away from him as I realized what was about to happen.

"We can't let this happen..." I said walking backwards and forwards.

"Yeah right." He agreed nervously.

"Let's take things slow..."

"Exactly, let's not brush things"