Can I trust you? (Shacam)

Chapter 36

Cammie POV

Being with Shannon last night was a dream. I worry, as I lay here next to her sleeping body, that it was just the alcohol talking. I lay here on my back, with her arm draped across my stomach, thinking about how the one thing I've waited ten years for just happened. It's hard to process. It doesn't even feel real, but I don't want to expect anything more to come of this. I can't assume Shannon wants to be with me as much as I want to be with her. She just got out of an engagement, and we've only been reacquainted for a little over a month.

I realize what time it is, and considering it's Friday, I have to get up to work. I shake Shannon lightly, "Shan, I have to go. I have work." 

She stirs slightly, frowning at the fact that I've just woken her. Still in a sleepy haze, she rubs her eyes, and mumbles an "okay." She doesn't move from her position as I slip out from underneath her arm, she whispers "hey," and grabs my hand. 

I turn and she pulls me in to kiss her, just a small peck since neither of us have brushed our teeth, but she holds it for a couple seconds. Still without opening her eyes, she lays back down in her original position with a smile on her face. "Later, gorgeous," she murmurs. I can't help but blush.

A few hours later, I'm at my apartment taking work calls. Most of them are people trying to book me, but I have to turn them away because I have such a long list. The way my company works is, people in the LA area call me to come check their home out, or they send me pictures, and they describe what kind of look they are going for. I don't do renovations, although I can design them with a program I have, and then they can have a contractor do the work. However, I do buy furniture and decorations that match what they're going for. They pay me for the items, and then extra for the time put in. I usually alternate weeks of picking out decorations and going in to do the actual decorating. Currently I'm on the phone with an angry customer who is complaining about how full my schedule is. I hear a knock at the door and take the opportunity to end the conversation. "I'm sorry ma'am, there's just nothing I can do." I don't even wait for her response, I just hang up and answer the door.

The sight of Shannon immediately perks me up. She's holding a cup of coffee in each hand. "I don't know if you still like the same thing you did in high school, but," she hands one to me. 

I smile at the fact that she remembers what I liked back then. "It'll do, but only because the delivery girl is cute," I wink at her. 

She smiles back, "are you busy?" 

I shrug, "just taking work calls and responding to emails. Nothing too pressing." 

A smile grows across her face, "can I watch you work?" I'm a little confused as to why she wants to do that, but it's also adorable. 

"You're such a dork," I joke, "you'll be bored out of your mind, but knock yourself out." I wave her inside and she takes a seat at the kitchen counter while I work at the table.

I get lost in my work and, honestly, I forget that she's even there. I get a moment to breathe and I catch her looking at me with a goofy grin on her face. 

I giggle, "why are you smiling like that?" She blushes a bit and looks a little embarrassed that I caught her. I get up to stretch my legs and walk over to her.

"You. I don't know, you make me smile," she pauses, "I was also thinking about how loud you screamed my name last night." The first part melted my heart and I almost leaned in to kiss her, but I jokingly hit her arm because of the last part. She just laughs. 

 "Keep laughing and you won't hear that sound ever again," I tease. 

She quickly shut up and let me finish my work after that. It was only another hour before she interrupted me again, and at that point I was ready to call it quits anyway. "Cammm," she whined. She had moved to the couch at this point. "I'm bored. Can we do something?" 

I had to chuckle a bit, "hey, you were the one that wanted to watch me work. You could've left a while ago to go do something." I did find it flattering that she had waited all day here just to spend time with me, though.

She leaned her head back on the couch, "yeah, but I want to do something with you."

I felt myself start to blush. I got up and started walking over to the couch. I had a sectional with a chaise, and Shannon was lounging with her feet up on it. I casually throw one of my legs over hers and sit so I'm basically straddling her waist, but I sit back farther on her thighs. It wasn't entirely sexual, but I had a feeling it was going to end up that way quickly. I rested my hands on her stomach, "what did you have in mind?" I asked, trying to act confident around her for once. 

I felt like I was in charge when I saw her gulp for air. I loved being the one that made her nervous. She took my hands and intertwined our fingers, slowly pulling on them so I would lean down to her. "I was thinking, like, bowling. But I think this might be better," she smiled.

"We can go bowling, if you'd like," I said teasingly and made a slight movement to get up. 

She held onto me tighter and shook her head. With our hands still together she pulled me down all the way and let go of my hands so they were resting on either side of her head. She then moved her hands to my hips and I leaned down to kiss her. 

I deepened the kiss pretty quickly, moving one hand to cup the side of her face. I let my tongue wander and get a taste of her lips. I felt another bout of confidence and took her bottom lip softly between my teeth, lightly tugging on it. I could tell she liked it by the way she gripped my hips tighter and moved them to grind against her body. 

Amidst trying to be the dominant one, I let out a surrender in the form of, "mmm, fuck." 

I felt Shannon smirk and she immediately took control. She sat up and wrapped one arm tight around my back. To my surprise, she was able to stand up with me still attached to her, without the slightest struggle. As if I didn't find her hot enough already. She flipped us over so she was on top now. "Let's go to your room," she said as she started to kiss down my neck. 

I stuck my hands under her shirt and pulled it over her head. She was wearing a black Calvin Klein bra and she looked super cute in it. I shook my head, "right here," I mumbled. 

She chuckled a little bit at my impatience, obviously noticing that I didn't want to wait any longer. "What if someone walks in?" She asked, slightly laughing. 

"No one is going to walk in," I said matter-of-factly. 

She gave me an if you say so shrug and continued kissing me, stripping my shirt off. I think one of her favorite parts was kissing down my body because she always took her time and mumbled sweet things against my skin that gave me goosebumps. 

I motioned her to take my pants off and she did just that. She started kissing above my underwear and on my thighs. She took the band of my underwear between her teeth and looked up to me and she just barely started to move them down. Just as she was doing that, the front door swung open and Stevie stormed in. 

I screeched and pulled a blanket over myself, but once I realized who it was I laughed at myself a little bit. Shannon, on the other hand, was clearly embarrassed and turned her back to Stevie while she put her shirt back on. Her face was beat red. 

Stevie gasped, a bit flustered. A smile grew on her face, "No. Way," she exclaimed like an excited teenage girl. I could tell she was trying not to jump for joy. While Shannon's back was turned she gave me a sneaky thumbs up and I blushed, letting a grin form on my lips. "So this is a finally thing, huh?" She raised an eyebrow now that Shannon was finally facing her. 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Shannon said trying to hide the smirk on her face. "I was just helping Cammie clean the couch," she said sarcastically. 

"Sure," Stevie said, smiling. "I'll come back later when the, uh, couch is clean," she winked and walked back out the door. 

"No one is going to walk in," Shannon mocked me. 

I busted out laughing. "It's so not funny. Stevie literally just saw my face between your legs," she said, laughing at herself now. 

I shrugged, "lucky her." 

"You're dirty, Cam Scott," Shannon said, shaking her head.