Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 21: I'm so not ready for this.

I cried on his chest for three hours straight. Cam put my doorknob back on before she left. I don't know why I cried, because I'm not even sad, but I just cried and cried and cried. He stayed with me the whole time, rubbing my back, running his fingers through my hair, holding my hand, mumbling soothing words in my ear, just doing anything to make me happy again.

The thing is that I think I was crying from him being so nice. He so sweet and I don't deserve him. I broke his heart, and my own, because he forgot some stupid fucking anniversary that was even relevant.

"I need to go to the bathroom." I mumble. He looks worried. I sit up and walk out of my room to the bathroom. I shut the door and splash water on my face. I brush my teeth and then just strip, toss my clothes in the hamper, take a shower. I shave every inch of my body, and then I wash everywhere and get out. I dry off and wrap myself in a towel. I pluck my eyebrows and put on deodorant.

How is this sex thing supposed to work? What if he doesn't want sex? I sigh and look into the mirror.

You can do this, Harper! You fucking cunt, man up!

I can almost hear Cam saying that to me.

I leave my hair wet and slip out of the bathroom in my towel. I go to the end of the short hallway to Cam's room and slip in the room.

In her dresser...

I go to the dresser and open the top drawer, and I bite back a laugh.

Her whole first drawer is filled with fucking condoms to the brim.

I grab two handfuls and then slip out of her room. I hesitate by the door. I can hear the clicking of Will's phone. He's texting. I walk into the room and he looks up at me, not realizing my hands are full of condoms. I shut the door with my foot and drop them in the nightstand drawer, on his side.

I go to my side. He's still typing.

"Will?" I ask softly. He looks up at me and the clicking stops. "Were you...did you have sex with her?"

He wrinkles his nose. "No."

"Did you make out with her?"

He nods.

"Did you touch her?"

He frowns. "I only touched her boobs. I don't care about her, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Did you have sex with him?" he asks.

I shake my head. "He um...he almost raped me..." I gulp. "And...Cam showed up and stopped him...I was only with him to make you jealous. I missed you, and I hate him."

"I understand. I missed you too."

I don't say anything, and neither does he.

"Who are you texting?" I ask curiously.

"My Mom." He sighs. "She's bothering me about New Years. She's invited your family to her house and she expects me to show. I think she thinks we're still apart. She hates Rebecca. It's fine, cause so do I."

"Is it urgent?" I ask softly, looking at anything but him.

"No, why?"

I lock eyes with him. He looks confused, and then slowly, I reach for the spot my towel is joined and I unhook it and let it drop.

If I wasn't so nervous, I would be laughing at the look on his face.

His eyes get huge, and he locks his phone and tosses it on the nightstand, sitting up, eyes wide. He realizes that I'm not wearing any underwear.