AFTER. (lxc version)

Chapter 51.

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I rush out the back door to find Lauren. She has knocked over the patio table and is pacing back and forth on the deck with one hand balled into a fist at her side, and the other tugs at her thick hair.

I'm not sure how, or if I can help the situation at all but I know I would rather be out here with Lauren than in the dining room after her outburst. I feel responsible for this whole mess because I agreed to come in the first place when Lauren didn't want to, now I see why.

Lauren spots me and sends me an annoyed glare and she turns away from me when I approach her.

"Lauren," I keep my voice gentle and low.

"Don't, Camz." She warns. She's always warning me and I'm never listening. "I know what you're going to say. You're going to say that I need to go back in there and apologize to them and there is no way in hell that is happening so don't waste your breath! Why don't you just go back in there and enjoy your dinner and leave me the hell alone," she spits.

"I don't want to go back in there." Is all I can manage to say.

"Why not? You fit in perfectly with their prudish and boring fucking personalities."Ouch. Why am I here again? Oh yea that's right, to be Lauren's punching bag.

"You know what?" I raise my voice. "Fine! I will leave, I don't know why I can't just stop trying with you!" I shout. I hope they can't hear me inside.

"I don't either! You just can't take a hint I guess." As the words leave her mouth, I feel the lump growing in my throat.

"The hint is well taken." I try to swallow the sting from her words but it's nearly impossible. I look up at Lauren and her cold eyes meet mine.

"That's it? That's your defense?" She laughs and shakes her hair.

"You don't deserve anymore of my time. You don't deserve for me to even speak to you, or those nice people in there to spend their time setting up this dinner to have you ruin it! That's what you do is ruin things, everything! And I'm done being one of those things." I yell.

Unwelcomed tears soak my face as Lauren steps towards me. I back away, my feet disagree and I fumble over them. Lauren's hand reaches out to steady me but I grab ahold of the railing instead. I don't want or need her help.

"You're right." she sounds exhausted.

What?

"I know I am." I turn away from her again.

She snakes her hand around my wrist and pulls me to her chest. I lean into her without hesitation, I want to touch her so badly, but I know better. I can hear the heavy thump of my heart, rapid beneath my chest. I wonder if she can hear it, it seems impossible that she doesn't. Can she feel the pounding of my pulse under her grip? Her eyes are full of anger and I know mine mirror her.

I have no warning before she crashes her lips down on mine, the force of her mouth is almost painful. Her action is so full of desperation and hunger that I am lost. Lost in Lauren. Lost in the salty taste of my tears on both of our lips, lost in her fingers threaded through my hair. Her hands move from my hair to my waist and she lifts me onto the railing of the deck. My legs part for her and she moves between them, never losing contact with my mouth. We are all heat and gasps, tangled in each other. My teeth graze over her bottom lip causing her to groan and pull me closer until my chest is flush with her.