Tamed

Chapter 8

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Meredith's P.O.V

It was around 9 a.m when I woke up. The sun was shining through his window, directly on my face. I opened my eyes with a yawn, sitting up and stretching. I hadn't quite exactly come to the realization that I had slept over at Cameron's, in his bed, with him. And when I did, I smiled. The first thing I did was text my dad.

To dad:

Hey it's Meredith. Sorry I didn't come home last night, it got late and I didn't want to fall asleep at the wheel. I'll be home later today.

From dad:

Alright, thanks for letting me know. Love you.

I smiled and set my phone down on the bed, stretching my arms above my head while I took a look around the room.

Where was Cameron?

I opened my mouth to call for him, but I was interrupted.

"Hey beautiful."

I felt my face get hot and red as I stared at the figure in the doorway. His body, absolutely flawless. He stood there, a white towel barely holding onto his perfectly sculpted hips with a smirk on his plump pink lips.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I couldn't help myself. I was practically drooling over his body. Drooling over him in general. Cameron slowly walked into his room, running a hand through his dark wet hair as his eyes locked onto mine. He approached the bed, standing right in front of me. I looked up at him, my face red as a tomato. He was so close that I could smell his body wash. Damn it smelled good.

"I take it you like what you see?" Cameron smirks with a chuckle. My own lips curl into a smile as I roll my eyes.

"I've seen better."

I lied. His body was the definition of perfect.

"Come on, I know you love it." He whispers, slowly bending down while getting closer to my face. His towel had began to slip, revealing his v-line. I practically melted.

Fuck, Meredith. Keep it together.

"You can't even look away..." His breath was warm against my ear. I felt those famous butterflies in my stomach begin to appear.

He grabbed my hand, and I felt my head explode. He ran my hand down his chest, his abs, and he began to trail it further down the the edge of his towel. I couldn't think straight. My lips were perked as my eyes followed his hand. Suddenly, my hand pulled away.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Cameron, but I'm not having sex with you." I had a serious look.

"Mmhm is that so?" Cameron raised an eyebrow, taking my hands and pinning me back on his bed. He was on top of me down, our bodies inches apart.

I felt my heart skip a beat, it was now pounding like a racehorse. I couldn't think, I couldn't speak, I couldn't move.

The only thought in my head was how close we were...and how that damn towel managed to hang on to his body for dear life.

"You heard me. I want to wait for when the time is right, and to have it be with the right guy." I had my eyes closed and my head turned. Honestly, I hadn't know this boy for a long time. It had only been about a month now. I wasn't sure of what his intensions were, or what he was capable of doing. I was scared.

"Open your eyes..." He whispered in a smooth and soft voice. I obeyed, opening my eyes.

His lips met mine as he leaned down and kissed me. Not a hardcore tongue-down-my-throat kiss, but a small and passionate one.

"I'll be waiting."

And with that, he disappeared. I was left laying on his bed, staring up at the ceiling in silence. My heart still beating a mile a minute.

~

Cameron's P.O.V

Two weeks had past. Meredith hadn't been to school once. I tried to go to her house after she had been missing from school after 3 days, but her dad insisted she be left alone.

Did she hate me?

I couldn't stand the silence. The eerie silence. I had to have called and texted her a million times. Not one response. Students at school had began to ask me about her. I answered all the questions with the same, simple answer.

I don't know.

I didn't know. I wanted to know. It killed me not knowing. Any other girl I would just be curious, but Meredith, wasn't any other girl. She was different. She saw me for me. Cameron. Not Cameron Dallas, vine-famous teenage heart throb, and I fucking loved that.

The process went on for a week. Call, no answer. Call, no answer. Call no answer. Call....No answer. Then I was fed up with it. I had to know. I had to know what the hell was going on between us.

It was Friday night. I was standing on her doorstep. I knocked.

"Cameron..."

I looked up. Derek stood in the doorway, a frown on his face. His eyes were red and puffy, it looked as if he had been crying.

"I'm sorry to come at such a late hour, but I need to know what's going on between your sister and I."

Derek looked down and hid his face. I took this chance to peer into the house. The house was dark, only lit by a single lamp. The house appeared lifeless.

"I-I'm sorry Cam, you gotta leave."

I looked up, Derek was full on crying. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he hurt silently. He didn't make a sound.

"Derek I love your sister. More than I have loved any other woman. I need to know what's going on." I pleaded. I was prepared to get down on my knees if I had to.

"Camer-"

"Derek please, I'm sincere. I have no idea what the hell is going on. Nobody is telling me what's happened, it's been a month and I'm worried to death." I ran my hands through my hair. I couldn't think straight.

"I'm sorry, t-time will tell. Good bye Cameron."

And with that, I was left alone on the steps. I slowly slumped down against the door. I didn't know what to feel. I was worried, and scared, yet furious at the same time.

Why wouldn't anybody tell me what the fuck was going on?

Ding.

My phone went off in my pocket. I slowly lifted my head from my hands and reached into my pockets, retreating my phone. My eyes widened and my heart starter to pick up the pace.

Meredith. Her named was lit up in white letters on my screen. I slowly unlocked my phone, clicking on her message.

From Meredith:

I'm sick.

That was it. I'm sick.