Sweet Dreams

Chapter 12 - Now

(Allison's POV)

Cameron pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily. The dark waves were shimmering around us with pale moonlight. Cam and I gazed into each other's eyes, breathing.

I felt so stupid. He was probably using me; I was just a hook up to him. I made a mistake when I kissed him. But my heart was still beating quickly, and a smile lifted the corners of my mouth. I couldn't help but like this boy, even if it was all wrong.

I opened my mouth to advocate my confusion. I wanted to tell him I was sorry. And that I wasn't just a booty call. But before I could even say a word, Cam beat me to it:

"Allison, I don't know what you are thinking right now," he said, a little nervous and shaky. "But that was the best kiss I have ever had."

Now he was smiling. That stupid smirky grin, the one I couldn't stop thinking about. The moonlight reflected off of his gleaming eyes. He was so full of light. His grin was contagious.

What am I doing? Why am I letting this vine-famous player control me? His words felt so sincere, and he was so adorable. But my mind kept reminding me of the endless times I had despised his cockiness. I spent months rolling my eyes when girls retweeted him. I spent days watching my friends fall under his spell. I spent hours wondering why he was even famous.

And I just spent the last two minutes making out with him.

"Cam," I started. He looked at me with big eyes full of hope, a nervous expression painted on his face. "I don't want to be that slut who hooked up with Cameron Dallas."

He broke eye contact; he broke his smile.

(Cameron's POV)

"Slut." There was that word again. I hated, hated, hated that Allison would ever consider herself anything along those lines. That kiss wasn't just a hook up to me.

I realized she had no idea how I felt. She had no idea she was always on my mind. Allison wasn't a fan, she was "all that". I looked down into her light green eyes. The starry night twinkled in the reflection. I decided it was now or never.

"It wasn't just a hook up to me," I blurted out. Her nose crinkled for just a second, confused. I had no idea what I saying; I was just lost when it came to Allison. "It was more, and YOU are more."

I gently reached for her hand in the warm ocean. She hesitated, then slowly grasped my hand in her own. Her eyes were playful and smiling.

"You mean that?" she questioned.

"Yeah," I said nervously. She made me anxious, like no one else.

The moon brightened her wavy blonde hair, making it shine and shimmer. The air was filled with a sweet salty smell. I squeezed her delicate hand.

"Yeah, I do," I said more confidently. I leaned toward her, and pulled her into a wet hug. Allison paused, then hugged back. A smile spread on my face like a contagious sickness.

"Good," I heard her mutter into my back.

(Allison's POV)

Later, we made our way back to the bonfire. The party had died down; about half the people had left. A few were curled up in blankets on the sand.

When we drew closer to fire, Cameron slipped his strong hand around me. I felt his arm muscles tensing when he softly rubbed my shoulder affecitonately. I shyly smiled in his direction.

We didn't really speak on our walk back. We didn't need to. Instead of words filling the night, we had each other.