Concealed (A Cameron Dallas Fanfiction)

Chapter Seven

Once Annabelle and Nash pack up their food, Nash starts driving back to my house to drop me. "So, what are you two gonna do?" Nash asks from the drivers seat. Annabelle hits him and laughs.

I gaze over at Cameron, rummaging for an answer. "Um, she's going to help me with ... homework." Give it to Cameron to furnish a shit answer. Annabelle turns around and peers at me, an evil grin surfaced on her puffy and pale face. I roll my eyes and giggle quietly.

We finally arrive at my house. "Thanks Nash, thanks Annabelle." I pronounce before getting out of the car. Cameron does some weird handshake thing with Nash, and hugs Annabelle, before following me to my front door. A burst of cool air almost pummels me back into Cam, but I catch myself. "Sorry it's a mess." I mutter to him, closing the door once he's inside.

"I like it." He compliments with a content smile plastered on his face.

"Okay...." I purse my lips together and rub my palms against my legs. "Uh, do you want something to drink?"

"I'm good, thanks." He pivots towards me. He takes a glance at the couch before taking a peek at me.

I laugh and stretch my hands to the couch. "You can sit." He plops down on my couch, making himself at home. I join him and grab the remote off of the small wooden counter in front us. I turn Netflix on, and begin to search for movies. "What do you wanna watch?" He chuckles, making me look at him. "What?"

"I thought we had to think of a present, you know, for Annabelle."

It totally slipped my mind. I guess I just wanted an excuse to make him feel better. "Oh right! You know Annabelle, what does she like?"

"Shoes, clothes, and parties." He smiles, leaning one of his arms on the top of my couch and looking at me.

"Okay, uh, she already has a party."

"Just get her a purple Towson sweater and she'll love you forever." He tells me, smiling.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, she loves college gear. Makes her happy."

"I'm getting her something more than that, Cameron."

"Suit yourself, buttercup. I'm just trying to help a friend." He puts his hands up and shrugs his shoulders, still smiling.

"I didn't know we were friends..." I admit to him. To be honest, I didn't. I really thought he'd decline my invitation over my house.

"If we weren't, I wouldn't be here." He responds, staring into my eyes. "So, friend, why'd you really invite me over here?" He inquires and inches closer to me.

I inhale once before telling him the truth. "I felt bad for you." He's taken back by my words, so I decide to finish my statement. "You were all sad about Abby...Clarity," I correct myself. "So I wanted to cheer you up, I guess?"

"So you decided to take me in?" He laughs, moving even closer.

"Well, yeah." He sighs and widens his eyes. "Are you mad at me..?"

"Why would I be? I should be thanking you." He smiles and spreads his arms out towards me. "Come here." He demands softly. I reach my arms out, too, as he pulls me in for a hug. He's surprisingly warm for no layers covering his body. I connect my hands as my arms lock around his waist, and snuggle my face into his neck. He doesn't wear too much cologne, being nice on my nostrils. I let myself go in his arms and let my eyes flutter, slowly, closed. His right hand strokes my poofy hair as he lightly breathes into my ear, cold breath hitting my auricle, sending chills down my spine and sparks into my heart. I clasp my hands tighter. His fingertips trace my spine, moving up and down in a slow motion. I clench my teeth together. I feel his body heave away, tugging all of the gaiety and satisfaction from my body. His fingers intertwine in my hair and his face sits inches away from mine. I can feel his icy breathe hit the brim of my lips before parting to the right and left. He glances down at my lips before peering back into my eyes, asking for permission to press his lips against mine. But, for some odd reason, I can't seem to respond. I feel frozen. I can't move any facial feature. He gulps and tilts his head to the side.