Do You Trust Me?

Chapter 5

I can't believe it. He just...kissed me. I kissed him back, with surprise and my heart was beating so hard and fast that I thought it would beat out of my chest. After he stopped kissing me, I had to breathe because I was about to kiss him again. He quickly apologized, saying, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I don't know where that came from. I didn't stop myself, I wasn't given cons-" I interrupted him this time and kissed him. He started running his fingers through my hair, but even though I was enjoying it, I had to go. I stopped kissing him, grabbed my wallet, and said, "Goodnight, Cameron. We still on for tomorrow?" "Yeah, if you want to." "Of course I do, now goodnight." I got out of his car and walked into my house. I went straight into my room, crashed on the bed with the biggest and stupidest grin on my face, and screamed into my pillow.

I didn't get much sleep last night because that kiss was all I could think about. I felt like one of the princesses in a Disney movie, I was just so giddy. I missed him so much. I decided to text him, but he didn't respond. I didn't expect him to, but it felt comforting to know that he loved me too. I spent all day getting ready for that night. At about 6:30, he honked to let me know he was here. I was fixing my earring as I was walking out the door. I yelled to my mom, who was downstairs, to let her know where I was going. She was fine with it, as I figured. I grabbed my wallet, went out the door, and got in his car.   

Just as I was getting into the car, Emma pulled up, got out, and said, "Since when did you have friends?" I flipped her off, and closed the door. I got in to hearing, "I'm sorry about last night, I didn't mean to." I smiled at him and said, "Hey, so am I. I kissed you again without asking for consent. Not really, but I reciprocated. Please don't feel bad." "Okay, well on with the evening." We get into the theatre, find our seats, and sit down. About half way through the movie he puts his hand on my knee without even thinking about it. I put my hand on his, and start to intertwine our fingers.

The movie was great, it had some humour in it, but also was dark and serious at the same time. We were walking out, holding hands still, to his car. We sit down and turn the car on, when he asks, "My place?" "Yes, please. I don't wanna deal with my sister and my mom freaking out that I brought a boy home." "Okay, off we go then." He put his hand on my thigh and I almost couldn't contain myself. But he was driving, so it'd be best not to crash. We got to his place and gave me a piggy back to his room. We sat on his bed, threw the tv on, and talked, trying to avoid the elephant in the room. He finally said, "Would you mind me being your boyfriend?" My heart melted, and I said, "Yes, you're the only one I've ever felt this way about. When I look into your emerald green eyes, I see honesty, care, love, happiness, peace, protection." He blushed more than I've ever seen him blush. I hugged him and he wrapped his arms around me. He was squeezing me tight up against his chest. We laid across his bed with him still holding me. He was as warm as a blanket fresh out of the dryer. His cologne was so inviting and calming. I couldn't help falling asleep.