Chapter 4;
That night Cameron didn't bother texting me. It figures. He stood me up completely. And all that was on my mind was him. I honestly just wanted to go home. The whole reason I came here was for Cameron. And now it's over. But I know Alyssa wants to stay. So I'm staying for my friend.
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The next morning I woke up to a knock on my hotel room door. I looked around the room and there was absolutely no sign of Alyssa or her luggage. I jumped out of bed quickly and looked through the peep hole on the door. It was Cameron. I quickly realized that I was in my pajamas and my hair looked like a rat. I scampered around the room looking for a hoodie and hair tie. I threw the hoodie over my head and whipped my hair up into a pony tail. I took one last deep breath as I put my hand on the door knob and turned it. I slowly opened it and Cameron stood there staring at me.
"May I help you?" I asked sarcastically.
"Can- can I come in amy?"
I moved away from the door and let him in. I closed the door and turned around to fin Cameron really close to my face. He pulled me into a tight hug. He apologized over and over an over again.
"Cameron it's ok!" I chuckled.
He swayed me back and forth in the hug. He was so warm and his muscular arms comforted me as they were wrapped around my body. He kissed my forehead as he came out of the tight squeezed.
"Amy can I ask you something?"
"What is it Cameron"
"Am, did you feel anything. Like I mean, do you have any feelings for me. Like when we kissed, did it send sparks through your body like it did for me?"
I was kind of shocked that he just asked me that. And I didn't think he actually cared.
"Uhh... Cameron I-"
"No that's ok Amy. I understand. Love is fucked up. You never get who you want and you can't have the great feelings be mutual. Nobody knows how to deal with love Amy. They think its a game don't they? yeah, but it's not. I don't look at us like a game. I see myself with you Amy. I see us going very far together. Amy.... I- I love you." He whispered the last part down my neck. What? Cameron Dallas, THE Cameron Dallas loves ME? Why am I in denial. I don't love him as much as I thought I would. He doesn't really suit me..... But, he's perfect in every way. And I don't see me and him in a relationship. How do I tell him.
I looked up into his eyes. His look went straight through my soul. I could see the frustration and hurt in his sparkling eyes. He loosened his grip from around my waist and took a step back away from me. He ran his hand trough his hair and glanced around the room trying to avoid eye contact. Once his eyes hit mine again my eyes quickly shot to the floor. He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head up. He put a strand of hair behind my ear and gently rubbed up and down my arm with his warm hand. He licked his lips and looked down at mine. He tilted his head a little and leaned in more. I closed my eyes waiting for his lips to touch mine and he softly pressed them against each other. Our lips went in sync once again. And once again, I didn't feel the same sparks that Cameron felt.
