Half a Heart

Chapter 12

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Steffi Point of View

"Set me down and give me back my Vodka!" I glare up at Cameron as he holds me bridal style in his strong arms. I bite my lip in thought, "I'll give you a kiss if you let me have the vodka bottle again?" I question looking up at him as I see his eyes widen slightly down at me, "A few kisses?" I frown down at myself.

What was that? Kisses? I sound like such a prostitute.

I groan as I hit his chest with all of my weakness, knowing that I could knock him out if I really wanted to if I actually used most of my strength- but drunk me isn't about that life clearly. Drunk me is about the life of kissing Cameron apparently.

He grumbles, "Mahogany said we could have her room and she'll just bunk with Giorgia," He sighs as he opens a door towards the end of the hall where our room was, "So I'm going to go grab some pajamas for the both of us and you stay put in this room. No more alcohol. Only water, okay?" He lets out another sigh as we walk into the room.

I giggle, "Wow. Someone knows what they're doing." I hiccup.

I just know he's rolling his eyes. I groan as he gently sets me on the bed, feeling like I might vomit out my insides any second now. As he gently lays me down I look to him, seeing a concerned look on his face, even through the darkened room. I blink a few times before I realize he's walking to the door. I watch his back as he opens the door, "Stay here." He says sternly before walking out of the room.

Demanding

I grumble quietly, covering my face with my hands. What am I doing? Getting drunk does nothing. And what is this deal with Cameron? It seems as though drunk me is more into Cameron than the alcohol. I keep my hands covering my heated face, suddenly feeling hot even in my strapless short dress.

I grumble as I sit up, swinging my legs over the bed as I feel like I'm about to pass out. I try reaching the zipper so I could unzip my dress, but end up failing due to my not actually knowing where the zipper is. I sigh as I fall back on the bed, covering my face with my hands as I try not to let Cameron slip into my mind.

Why am I thinking about Cameron so much? He hasn't even done much and I'm already trying to bargain kissing for Vodka. Seriously, what is this? I feel like I lost Matt so long ago and at the same time I can't help but want to have the feeling of someone loving me again.

I'm accepting that Matt is.. dead, and that he's never going to come back and that I'm never going to find anyone like him again. At the same time though, I can't help but crave the feeling of being in love again. I don't want to remain broken, I want to feel whole again.

"Alright," Cameron opens the door again, causing me to sit up immediately as I see him changed into sweatpants and a maroon top, "I brought you some shorts and a tank top. I figured you'd feel hot- I always get that way whenever I've gotten drunk." He smiles as he lets out a laugh.

I watch him as he sets down the clothes beside me, eyeing him as if he were the last thing I was ever going to see in my life. I feel myself bite the inside of my cheek.

I don't want to remain broken.

I want to feel whole again.

The words I had said taunt me in my mind as I keep my eyes on Cameron. Then it hits me as I watch him look up to connect eyes with me through the darkened room.