Human // c.d

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"Won't you get in trouble if we just leave out of the blue? Does Nash even know?" I asked, propping my legs up onto the seat of the taxi. I was hoping the driver wouldn't listen to our conversation, but no doubt he probably was.

"Don't worry about it, and yes I told Nash that we wouldn't be home tonight." He informed me, laying his head back onto the window.

I didn't like him being so far away from me, as in not cuddling with me. He even had his seat belt on, he never puts his seat belt on.

"I'm cold." I complained, and he raised up from the foggy window.

"Could you turn the air down, sir?" He asked nicely, but the driver answered differently.

"No, I can't. Sorry." He quickly replied, his northern accent annoyed me in so many ways.

"Dude please, my girlfriend is cold." Cameron's voice was uncontrollably calm, and I knew that if the driver didn't cut the air down, that Cameron would end up in a worse mood than he already is.

"Well, your girlfriend can deal with it. Now please, sit back." Cameron listened, laying back in his seat.

"Come here." His voice was softer towards me, and this is what I wanted. I wanted him to hug me, to kiss my forehead. I wanted to be warm in this damn car, too. His bare arms held my body against his, my head buried in the crook of his neck.

I ended up practically sitting on top of him, but I knew he didn't mind. I think I actually lightened his mood a bit.

His hand rubbed circles in my lower back, comforting me. My head still laid in the crook of his neck, and as always, he laid his on top of mine.

Even though it was dark, I could see his eye were wide open. I wanted close mine, but I couldn't take my eyes off of him. His lengthy eyes lashes would flutter every now and then, and I had to force myself not to smile.

"I can feel you starting at me." He whispered, and I instantly closed my eyes, I felt him laugh at me.

He kissed my cheek, and whenever I opened my right eye, his eyes were closed.

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"Aye, lovebirds." The taxi drivers voice was loud enough to wake my from my peaceful sleep, but not Cameron.

"Cameron." I whispered, shaking his body a little. His eyes were slow to open, but he was eventually awake, and in no time we were at a hotel where the taxi driver had dropped us off at.

Cameron paid him the money, the driver taking it from his hands.

"Have a nice night." The driver said, his northern accent slipping.

"Fuck you." Cameron muttered, grabbing my bag along with his, and slinging it over his shoulders.

We made it to the double doors, Cameron holding one open for me.

"This is nice." I said, the water fountain catching my attention. This was too nice.

"I knew you'd like it." He smiled at me, grabbing onto my hand. He led me to the front desk, and whenever the lady gave us the plastic room key, we were headed straight to the elevator.

Cameron loved elevators. He claims that they "tickled him", and I find that really adorable. His smile felt permanent the entire thirty seconds, and when the automatic doors parted from each other, opening fully, Cameron grabbed the bags once again, and we were on the search for room C54. I like how we were on the top floor; We'd be getting a beautiful view of the city.

Right when we found the room, he slipped the card in, and the door opened. I carried the bags into the room, and set them down onto the extra bed.

The door shut, and Cameron was immediately stripping from his clothes, keeping his boxers on.

"Remember the first time we met? You slept with me." He chuckled.

"How could I forget that?" I smiled, opening my suitcase. I made sure to pack T shirts.

I pulled off my clothes, unfolding my bright pale yellow T shirt. After putting it on, i immediately hopped into the big, white covered bed. It looked incredibly comfortable, especially with Mr. Attractive waiting on you.

"You look good in yellow, but I'd prefer you naked." His tiredly smiled. His hair messier than it was five minutes ago. Damn.

"I think you're crazy." I climbed on top of the shirtless boy, my face inches from his.

"I'm crazy for you." He tried kissing me, but I pulled away from him, smiling at his attempt of trying to kiss me more.

"Cheesy boy." My fingers roamed his face softly.

His hands came in contact with lower back, pulling my shirt up to my mid back. I liked the way his body felt against mine, he was warm.

"What have you done to me?" He whispered.