Alyssa is Matthew Espinosa's 16 year old, little sister. Alyssa was never the type of girl to hang out with the other girls in school. She preferred hanging out with Matt and his friends all the time.
Her best friend was Cameron. Cameron Dallas that...
"Hello gorgeous." The soft spoken words of Cameron linger through my ears as I open my front door.
I smile softly as he takes a step in the door, embracing me into his arms.
"I missed you." I mumble into his navy blue sweatshirt he was currently wearing.
"Where were you today?"
"I'm doing online school at home now.... Remember?"
He releases his grip on me and looks at me with disappointment and a sigh to follow.
"Oh. I forgot about that."
Trying to change the subject quickly, I grab his hand gently and tug him in the direction towards me as I begin to turn to begin making our descend upstairs to my room.
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Without hesitation, he follows me without saying a word.
The house was silent. Peaceful. Matt wasn't home because he was spending the night at his supposed girlfriend's house.
We arrive in my room and I lead Cam to my bed and we sit down on the edge. I turn on my ihome and it begins playing.
"I found a couple songs today that reminded me of you and I wanted you to hear."
(A.N.: Listen to Tribes by Neulore)
As I watch him zone out, closing his eyes as he listened to the lyrics, I could tell he was tired. If not tired, very calm and mellow which is a side to Cameron I don't get to see often.
I trace his perfect face with my gaze. His jawline, nose, long eye lashes, and those lips that begged for my attention. I couldn't help myself any longer. With his eyes still shut, I hesitantly lean in a little more and more each second until my lips gently attached to his. His eyes never open, as his lips match my slow rhythmic, natural movement.
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His masculine, strong hands find a rare gentleness as they touch my bare skin peeking out from underneath my loose, white tank top on my hips. I slowly straddle his lap as we slowly fall back onto my bed.
