Ride me

CHAPTER 23!

The sunlight came trough the window and I saw a siluette sitting on a chair on the other side of the room.

My eyes were still trying to focus on that siluette cause I had just woken up. It was a boy and he was looking through the window.

'How are you?'

I recognised him by his sweet but now half-broken voice. It was Cameron and he wasn't looking at me.

'Come here...' I said softly.

'How are you?' He wasn't moving.

'I'm... Better. Did you... Did you push him?' I didn't know who saved me from my brother.

He stood up and came beside me. He had his lips a little bit puffed up and bruised. I looked at his shirt, it was stained with blood.

'Oh Cam what happened?' I sat down to see him properly.

'Nothing. I'm fine.' He wasn't looking at my eyes.

'Don't lie to me. Cam, look at me.' He did. 'What happened?'

I took his hand and he sat down next to me.

'I heard you shouting and you didn't shut the door. I was about to leave when I saw a shade falling. I walked towards your door and I saw blood on the floor and a glass bottle broken and... He was hitting you...' He started caresseing the wounds of my arm.

'Oh... Cam...' I hugged him tight. 'Thank you. Thanks for saving my life.' I kissed him on the cheek.

'I won't let you come back to that house.' His eyes were full of hate.

'But...' I was about to reply.

'No.' He looked at me. 'Not as long as he lives there.'

I nodded. I could understand his reaction. The truth is that I was thinking the same, David could hit me again if I came back.

I caressed his lips very very softly.

'I'm sorry... Did he... hit you?' I wanted to know what happened.

'He did, a couple times. But I also did. I hit him on the balls and he fell on the floor. I knew he wouldn't be able to move for a while, so I carried you in my arms and got you on my car. If I called the ambulance they would have arrested me and your brother, so I brought you here and I said some strange people were drunk and got on a fight with us for no reason.'

'Oh Cam... I'm so sorry... You didn't need to do that.' I was feeling bad for him, he had no obligation to save me.

'Yes, I did. The thought of not seeing you anymore is... unbearable. I will protect you, always.'

He laid on the bed and hugged me.

My forehead was leaning on his and our breathing was synchronised.

I placed my hand on his chest, on the bloody stain.

'What am I going to do now?' I could not go back home.

'You can come to my house. Right now I'm living with Nash, but our apartment is big enough. I love the idea of having a girl at home' he smiled.

'Thank you, but... Are you sure? Maybe Nash doesn't have the same opinion...'

'He will, trust me.' He was laughin now.

'How are you that sure?'

'Haven't you seen the way he looks at you? He likes you, definitely.' He said.

'Oh... No... I don't want him to think that I like him or smth...' I was really worried.

'Nah, tonight he will meet some booties and he will no longer be interested.'

'Really?' I didn't know Nash was so booty chaser...

'Yeah! By the way, I told him you fell downstairs.'

'Yeah I know, he told me. Thanks for not telling him, I don't want him to feel compassion for me or something.'

'No problem.'

We rested in silence, we didn't know what to say but we didn't need to say anything.

We were looking at each other with tenderness. He was playing with my hair, drawing imaginary lines on my skin with his forefinger... I was looking at his damaged lips, they looked better as the time was going on.

'What are you doing to me?' I whispered still looking at his lips.

'I'm drawing a flower.' He said.

'No.' I smiled. 'What are you doing with my feelings? How can you just lay beside me and make me wanna feel the touch of your lips on my lips so bad?'

He pushed my body against him, softly. I was breathing heavily and I blushed.

'Hyperventilating and redden. That's what I do to you?' He smiled in such a sexy way.

'That's just what you can see.'

He came closer to me, our noses touching.

'I can't wait to see what else I produce to you.' He whispered funnily.

'How long are you going to make me wait?' I couldn't be so close to his face and not moving.

He pressed his lips softly against mine. I held him from the back of his neck, don't letting him go. He did the same with me, hugging my waist.

The door opened.

'Folks what are you doing?'

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