Accidental Roommate (NEW)

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Cameron jumped when their luggage was finally closed. Looking at the corner of his eyes, he watched as Sharon zipped it up and stood it up. He had been extremely conscious of Sharon since the moment they woke up.

She had kept her silence since the moment he had returned last night. This was after he had laid out the truth as he'd seen it. Not a word was spoken during dinner and nothing in bed. They had slept soon after. The more time passed, the antsier he got.

He was getting itchy just thinking about it but he was determined to hold strong . She was clearly trying to make him feel guilty and he refused. He had said what he had in concern and it was all the truth. She could take what she wanted from that and deal with it

But as the minutes passed, as the clock ticked on, it was getting harder to keep this resolve.

Even now, he found himself opening his mouth to tease her or share a joke only to be reminded again of his decision. Then he had to consciously shut his mouth. If anyone was watching, it would be hilarious. He looked like he was miming a fish. But he was far from amused.

"Are you ready to go?"

Those words reverberated through the room, the very air vibrating from the words. Each syllable hit him like a truck. He had never realised how much impact words had until now. If he wasn't frozen by shock, he would be flopping around the bed by now. This was far from an over-reaction.

Those were the first words spoken in the room since last night. They should be commemorated. And the best thing was that they hadn't come from him. She had been the one to give in. Just thinking about it made it feel so surreal. He had to turn his head and look at her. He turned so fast that his neck cracked but none of that mattered. He had to make sure his ears were working.

Then his brows furrowed. Were his eyes working? She looked remarkably unaffected, as if this was just another conversation. And on any normal day, it would be. But, as time passed, he couldn't help the doubt surfacing in his mind. Had the coldness been all in his mind? Had he imagined the distance between them? Distance that appeared the moment he voiced his opinion? Did he feel so guilty after that that he created this chasm between them?

While he was questioning his very mind, he spotted the brief smirk on her face before she looked away It was small and quick, a tiny quirk of her lips, but he knew what he'd seen. And realising what that meant, he wasn't as mad as he thought he'd be. That didn't mean he was going to let her get away with it.

"Yeah,"he said, answering her query. Then, when she was busy with her bag, he sneaked up behind he, making sure to avoid making any sound. When she was finally within arm's reach, he lifted her up and threw her onto the bed.

Her shrieks and screams were music to his ears. Her limbs flailed slightly but with the bed being so near, she didn't hit herself. He looked on in satisfaction while she struggled around in their messy bed. That had felt therapeutic. The tightness in his chest was dissipating and he felt that it was easier to breathe. It was more helpful than any psychiatrist he had seen. Maybe he should do this on a regular basis.

But he didn't have time to let his mind wander. As she struggled to sit up, he braced himself for retaliation. Instead of that, though, she surprised him again. Expecting her to rush at him with whatever she could grab, she began laughing uproariously in bed. She was having laughing so much that tears were streaming down her face.

"Y-your face. It-it was so funny. You should have looked at your face,"she half-laugh and half-cried. He was chagrined. As the tension left him, it felt like he deflated slightly. Much like a balloon losing air. That wasn't the reaction he had wanted. She was throwing him off. Now he didn't know what to do. "N-now, too. Why are you looking like that? Like a, like a lost lamb."