Camp Red Lake

Chapter 48. "That."

*Mature content ahead*

"Watch that first step, it's kind of stupid." I told him as I unlocked the door. He took his shoes off at the entrance. I did the same because they were also soaked. Croy had gotten caught up trying to find his phone which had slipped out of his back pocket and fallen underneath his seat. So when the rain cloud arrived, it drenched us.

"Go ahead and take a seat. My couches are leather anyway." I told him as I made my way into the room. I picked out some of my baggiest clothes, along with a pair of towels.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped when I turned and nearly bumped straight into him. "Jesus Croy, you scared me!" I chastised.

"Heh, sorry." He apologized sheepishly. I handed him a towel and the warm clothes.

"Cool posters." He complimented as he looked around the room.

"Thanks. Favorite bands, comics and anime. You know, the usual." I told him as I dried my hair. He walked over and plucked the strings of the acoustic guitar that I had leaning against my bed. He smiled when he heard the sound.

"Nylon. Very cool." He complimented my choice in strings. "Yeah and way easier on the finger tips." I reminded.

"True." He agreed as he took off his damp shirt. I couldn't help but stare. His chiseled abs glistened with stray drops of water. Croy glanced over as he dried the nape of his neck. "Like what you see?" He asked with a cocky smirk. My face turned red when I realized I'd been staring.

"Pfft, as if!" I protested as I grabbed my clothes and began making my way to the bathroom.

"Wait." He called after me as he caught my hand. "I'm just kidding. Don't go." He pled as he stepped closer. He raised one of his hands and cupped my face. I nestled into the warmth it provided. It was so big, that my entire face fit in it. I couldn't help my wandering eyes as they traced his pecks, then landed on the scar that mark him. He took my hand and gently placed it over the old wound. I hesitated, guilt plugging my throat again.

"You know, out of all the scars I have, this one's my favorite." He began as he traced his fingers down my jaw. Like a cat, I leaned into his touch. "Why is that?" I asked, my gaze now focused on his lips. "Because it was the first day you said you loved me." He admitted.

My cheeks flushed a deep rose. I backed up a step. "You okay?" He asked when he saw me reach for the back of my necklace. Once I managed to loosen it, I slipped it off my neck, then over Croy's head. He looked up at me, a bit bewildered. "Welcome back loser." I teased before pulling him in by the dagger and pressing my lips against his.

Croy stumbled, a bit surprised. His knees bent when they tapped the edge of the bed. He wrapped his arms around me as he sat down, bringing me onto his lap. A soft moan escaped Croy's mouth as we kissed. The sound lighting a fire in my chest.

I tilted my head and boldly slipped my tongue inside his mouth. Croy's hands roamed the expanse of my back. The warmth of his skin, combined with my damp shirt, sent tingles down my legs.

"You're gonna get sick." He whispered between kisses as his fingers traced the hemline of my T-shirt. "Then you can nurse me back to health." I suggested as I leaned in and placed a nibble on his neck. Croy gasped, his grip on my torso tightening. He buried his face in my hair, rolling his hips upwards so he could rub against me.

I pulled back and took a peek at his pleasure filled face. His pupils were dilated to their capacity and the area around his cheeks and nose glowed pink in the dim light. I smirked when I felt goosebumps rising over his skin. I allowed my hands to roam, his toned shoulders and chest mirrored the physique of those marble statues that were found in art museums.