Left Unexplained

Chapter 21~

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Her moans were soft, rewarding me for my gentle movements against her creamy skin. Wanting to get the most pleasure out of her voice, I roughened up, pumping her round breasts and flicking the center with my thumbs and she gasped.

The heat of her sounds rushed to my groin, hardening it painfully. She jerked me closer by grabbing at my swelling member. I grunted as I tried to release myself from her grasp.

I jerked awake. Beads of sweat were on my forehead, and my attention focused on the painful, pumping tent in my pants.

I groaned, knowing I wasn't in my own room but was on an itchy, unused mattress in one of the spare rooms.

My eyes stung. I hadn't gotten much sleep, since scenes starring Grace played in my dreams.

I rolled off of the mattress, knowing from experience that walking in my state was near impossible. Jerking off wasn't in the question either, it wouldn't be right with her somewhere in the same house.

Wait, did she leave yet?

I scooted closer to the door, listening in on any sounds from the outside.

Light footsteps tapped against the outside tiles, she had just exited my bed room.

I was convinced after the incident last night that she'd make a mad dash to leave this place out of horror. Even I wasn't sure how I lost my control. I was afraid of myself, not knowing if or when I would strike again.

The best thing I could do now was stay inside until she left, for her own safety and to avoid the awkwardness.

'Stupid fucker promised to make her love you, not resent you,' I mentally kicked myself. 'One step forward, three steps back.'

She'd warmed up to me a little more after the punches I threw at the douche who tried to climb up her skirt.

I've no freaking clue how to get a girl to like me. They usually kissed my feet without me having to move a muscle.

Grace was one of them apparently. I didn't know until the dimwit of the teacher literally announced that she had a thing for me in class. That asshat had no idea how many times I cheated through his classes. His undivided attention was always on Grace, looking for a way to crawl under her skin.

I didn't realise my infatuation with everything involving her, until that incident. Her furious attempt at hiding her expression was cute, and it surprised me. I had sluts declaring their attraction and throwing themselves at me, while she was embarrassed about me knowing. I felt the urge to brush back the strand of hair that fell off her ear and I caught the little flip of my stomach when she bit her lip.

When did I turn into a little girl with a stomach that could acrobat?!

Asking her out was to get to know what she had down to me, why my organs were defying their functions, why my knees jittered when I stood up instead of holding me steady.

But what changed everything was her face smiling at me instead of the girl who sat beside me during the engagement my old geezer set up.

That was the first time I realised that Cameron fucking Anderson, was in deep shit. How the hell did I end up falling in love with her?!

The tightening in my pants softened, and moving around became easy. I debated whether I still stay inside or...fuck it. I'm going out.

I slipped past the breakfast counter and into the kitchen. Grace was seated at the counter facing away from the kitchen and didn't notice me.