Beautiful Distractions

Chapter 9

This chapter is going to have some mature themes (as well as language) in it so if you don't feel comfortable with that, please don't read it. But otherwise, let's go!

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Rene:

"So wanna play a board game or something?" His smug smirk was so annoying.

Ugh, I just wanna slap it off his face. How dare he kiss me? And take his shirt off? Well okay, he didn't really kiss me but UGH! He's only known me a week? That doesn't give him the right to do that. But he's so attractive... What? No, he isn't shut up brain. And you got goosebumps all over your body when he kissed your neck. Hush, I didn't. If anything, you're the horny teenager, Rene. SHUT UP I'M NOT.

"Rene?" My thoughts were interrupted by Cameron who was smirking even more.

"U-um..." 

Just play monopoly. That'll distract you from him and he sure as hell won't leave you alone if you don't do something with him.

"Uh, let's play monopoly."

He grinned, "sure." 

As we set up the game I kept finding myself staring at him. In my defence, it was hard not to considering he still hadn't put his shirt on. I slapped myself internally when thoughts of touching his chest and abs flashed into my mind. 

When we were ready to play Cameron broke the silence.

"I'm gonna warn you, Rene," He grinned that perfect lopsided grin at me, "I'm really good at making out." 

What did he just say? Making out?? 

"What??" I exclaimed.

He frowned slightly, "I said I'm really good at monopoly?"

"O-oh..." I breathed a sigh of relief, "well you're in for a reality check mister because I'm the shit at monopoly."

As we played, we talked. I found myself laughing and smiling alongside Cameron, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop. After about an hour and a half, I was hungry. 

"Should we get something to eat?" He nodded and followed me to the kitchen. I sat up on the bench as I waited for the microwave to finish toasting our poptarts. Before I knew it he had me laughing again.

When the poptarts were ready, I handed one of them to him and his fingers brushed mine. They tingled uncontrollably and to distract myself I put some more in the toaster. I turned and looked at him, he was smirking at me, his poptart untouched next to him. He stood up and moved in front of me.

"U-um..." I looked everywhere but at him, "You're not hungry?" 

He shook his head, "Not really for poptarts, sorry."

I looked at him and found for the 100th time that morning my eyes wandering down his body. The sweatpants he was wearing had fallen a bit low and his V-line poked out. 

He's so hot... Nope. No, he isn't. 

I quickly looked back at his eyes and watched as he took a step forward. By now his thighs were touching my knees lightly. 

"Do you wanna uh..." He was distracting me and I was finding it very hard to get back to focus, "do you wanna finish the monopoly... um..." 

"Not really..." He moved his hands onto my thighs, pushing them apart slightly so he could step between them. 

By now he was as close he could get and his hands lay resting on my thighs. Without thinking. my hand reached out and touched his hard stomach. I was staring at it while my hand traced his abs when the toaster popped loudly.