Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

Momma Columbia. (28)

"I um, I have stuff for strawberry shortcakes?" His voice cracked as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen, not giving me a chance to answer.

"Yeah that sounds great," I called out to him and let the couch consume me. My fingers lightly danced across my buzzing and swollen lips as I replayed our hungry kiss over and over in my head, wondering what exactly I had gotten myself into. It scared me, but excited me at the same time.

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The speed in which I was falling for Cam, and him for me, was scary. It was no secret, neither of us could hide it when we were with each other. I couldn't get his head, his face, his smile out of my head. The way his eyebrows scrunched in playful anger when I used my pinky to leave a drop of whipped cream on his nose. The way his cheeks turned pink and his voice deepened when I licked it off as my apology. He had this energy where he could communicate with his facial expressions, and it was amazing. Like him.

We couldn't sleep, Cam and I. I suppose it's not that we couldn't sleep, it just wasn't an option on our end. The dessert, his company, and the YouTube videos we had on auto-play were enough to keep him and I together and awake for the night. His hand placed securely at my waist, my arms wrapped around his. It was perfect and comforting. And for once, since we've been together, we weren't interrupted by one of the lads. It was great.

We had lost track of time fairly quickly, and didn't realize it was seven in the morning until Cam pointed towards the dim, morning light that cascaded in through his windows. I had made plans with Bordie, this girl I've never been face to face with, to talk about what we'd be doing with my look for Columbia. While I was nervous to step out of my comfort zone, I was also quite excited. I'd be getting new clothes under someone's expense, not my own. I may not be the girliest of girls, but I'm not saying no to free clothes.

Cam walked me to my home, both of us barefoot in the dewy, morning grass. We said our temporary goodbyes with a light kiss and hand squeeze, and I watched him walk into his house before wandering into mine. The familiar scent of my various candles and cleaner filled my nostrils, replacing Cams earthy, cologne-like scent.

Before doing anything else I made my way into the kitchen and began brewing a brand new pot of coffee. I know I, and hopefully Bordie, would appreciate the hot and life-saving caffeine. While the pot brewed, I took a quick shower and put on light makeup to make myself look halfway presentable. I pulled on some leggings and an oversized shirt before grabbing my favorite coffee cup and settling down at the kitchen table with the morning paper.

"Nonsense," I mumbled while flipping through various articles I couldn't care less about. I don't know why, but I payed extra attention to the classifieds, especially the job ones. It was a habit, I suppose. While the royalties from my books kept a steady and flowing income, I always itched to go out and make myself useful when not writing. But I suppose I didn't need to look for something else anymore. Hell, I don't even have the time to write anymore.

Maybe when all of this is over, I could turn my experience into some sort of book, "Attempted murder victim gets involved with a drug ring against her own will, finds love!" I could claim it as fiction, wouldn't want Captain turning in his grave with a stick up his ass over it.

The thought of Ryan popping back into my head put me in a sour mood. As of right now, he had the highest spot on my shit list. With the whole Eric fiasco and just being a controlling cunt in the first place, I was no longer very fond of him at all. Not that I was in the first place, anyway.

I didn't know if it was just my biased hatred, but it looked as if some of the lads were starting to get tired of him, too. Cam and Jay especially. I know they go way back, and I know they have love for each other, but his rules and demands seemed like a bit much. I mean for fucks sake, Jay has a growing family and can't even tell his supposed, "best mate," about it. It's sad. I've personally grown close with Jay, and have seen things I shouldn't have seen, and he deserves to have that freedom Ryan isn't providing.