26 - Bath Bomb

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"Baby wake up." I could hear quietly, waking me up. Rolling over, I snuggled into the side of my lover, sighing happily at the smell of his cologne. I missed the smell of oranges. "Butterscotch." There was his voice again. Lips met my cheek, then my chin, then my forehead, then my nose, then my lips. I whined as his touch left mine. "Wake up, love." I begrudgingly opened my eyes, squinting at the bright lights. Cameron was on the bed next to me, a smile upon his lips. "There we go. There are those pretty eyes." I giggle tiredly, looking up into his green eyes. "I made breakfast."

"Food?"

"Yes, food. Your favorites. Funfetti and Nutella pancakes with lots of maple syrup and whipped cream."

"Oh, you're the best."

"I know you are but what am I?" I giggle at this and slowly make my way to sitting up, sitting against the headboard. His lips meet my cheek for a moment before he gets up and leaves the room, probably to get my breakfast. I send a quick good morning tweet and post an Instagram picture of the two of us before he comes back, a tray in his hands. He sets it down across my lap, the sight of my favorite food making me extremely happy. Cameron even goes as far as to cut up a piece and feed me, accidentally getting syrup on my lips. After finishing the bite, I giggle and pull him close by the collar of his shirt, kissing him. I can feel him smile into the kiss as he gently cleans the syrup off my lips. He pulls away and gives me another bite, giving me a quick peck on the lips after I finished eating. This continued until I finished them. He would feed me and kiss me after each bite.

"Part one of your morning is done." He states as I finish sipping my coffee, smiling at me.

"This is only part one?"

"Oh, but of course darling. We still have things to do." I look at him and he just shakes his head and takes the tray from me, going to clean up. The little things I did on social media this morning are the first times I've posted since December, five months ago. I hadn't really been happy enough, but now I am.

"Okay, time for a movie! We can watch anything you want."

"MOANA!" I giggle. Cameron rolls his eyes but nods nonetheless, scooping me up into his arms. I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me into the living room. He sits on the couch, holding me in his lap as he searches for the movie and turns it on.

We stay like that the whole time. With me curled in his lap, his arm wrapped around my waist, his other hand on my leg. Cameron just made me happy the whole time, constantly making little jokes and keeping me entertained.

"Thank you for this," I say quietly, once the movie ends and the credits are scrolling across the screen. "I really needed this."

"Well it's not the end of it baby," Cameron smiles, kissing my forehead. "I have more planned." I just turn my head and connect our lips, basking in the comfort of feeling his lips against mine. The hand that was resting on my leg moved up and cupped my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. I leaned into his touch and sighed happily as I pulled away, feeling his lips kiss my neck.

Cameron was gentle, just placing light kisses all over my skin, making me feel like royalty with the treatment I was getting. Lips met mine again, and I welcomed them, smiling into the kiss. Cameron nibbled on my lip and I giggled, but also let out a little whimper of pleasure. Cameron knew all the things I liked and what I didn't, and was using it to make me feel as good as possible.

"I love you so much." He muses, pulling away from me with heavy breaths. "There's still more." He slips his arms under me and stands up, carrying me to the bedroom again. "Wait here." He instructs, leaving my room quickly. I laid there for a few minutes, scrolling through my social media. Everyone seemed excited that I was back online, though there were some who were unsure that I was back for good. To be fair, I was gone for five months with any explanation. I made a tweet promising that soon I would make a video explaining where I went for so long.

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