Kyra (Completed)

11 (short)

Kyra

I stepped off the elevator and made my way down the hallway to my apartment. I closed my front door and rested my back against it. I shut my eyes and just breathed for a few minutes.

Tonight was eventful. I almost feel as if it was unreal because I never could have imagined a night like that.

I still felt the kiss lingering on my lips and his hands on my skin and I don't really know how I feel about it. I don't even know if I believe him.

If I was so annoying to him, why would he like me? If he liked me, why would he be so cold and mean to me all the time?

I walked into my bedroom removing my blazer in the process.

I threw it in the hamper and slipped out of my heels and jeans putting on some ankle socks.

I grabbed some shorts and left my shirt. It was comfortable and I didn't feel like changing it.

I walked in my kitchen and sat on my counter popping open a bottle of Grey Goose. My mind started to swim as the liquor entered my system.

I looked up at the microwave clock. It was way to late to be drinking but at the moment I couldn't care less. I needed to stop thinking for a second.

3:59am.

I hopped off the counter and headed for the door, my bottle in tow. I was confused about everything that transpired tonight but I for some reason needed to see him.

He swung the door open and I looked up at him. He glanced down at the bottle in my hand and reached out his hand. "You on some bullshit."

I handed the bottle to him and he observed it, seeing what it was and how much I consumed. He grabbed his keys and phone before leading me back down to my apartment.

"Why you drinking right now?" He questioned closing the bottle and sitting it back carefully into the rack beside the refrigerator. 

I shrugged. "Night cap I guess. I feel so good right now."

"You good?" He questioned with a concerned expression on his face. He walked over to me and widened my eyes with his index and thumb. "Girl you drunk as fuck."

"No, I'm not!" I whined making him laugh. "You is though."

"Shut up and come on." I mumbled reaching my hand out for him to take.

He grabbed my hand and I led him down the hall to my room. I crawled onto my bed and turned around watching as he looked around my room.

I motioned him to come to me and he closed the door. He removed his shoes before climbing into my bed. I said nothing I just wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes drifting off to sleep.

-

When I woke up Cameron's arms were still wrapped around me. They were strong and warm and my emotions were all over the place.

I can't lie and say I've never thought about Cam because I have. I've been one to bite my lip when his shirt was off but that feels physical. When it comes to him as a person it's different.

He's a caring asshole.

He'll throw me over the bridge, but never let me hit the water and that's what I won't stand for. He liked me yesterday but today he might get up and hate me.

I turned over in his arms and he pulled me closer into his body. "Goodmorning." I said quietly. He released his grip and rubbed his eyes before they finally opened. He sat up and looked down at me. "Hey."

I stared up at him he returned the gaze. I wanted to see if he meant everything he said last night. This time I didn't care. I don't owe him anything from this so if he rejects me, life will move on without him.

"Go home, take a shower and come back." I said getting off of my bed and heading into the bathroom.

-

 I had just finished swooping my edges into my bun as  a knock came upon the door.

I took my time getting to answer it because I dreaded the conversation. I opened the door and Cam stood in front of me with his hands in his pockets. I scooted over to let him in and shut the door.

I plopped down on the couch, turning on the TV. He sat next to me and I looked over at him initiating a staring match between the two of us.

"You was drunk yesterday? I mean.." I shook my head no. "I remember everything if that's what you're asking." He nodded.

"How do you feel about that?" He asked hesitantly. It was strange for me to see him acting this way.

He re-adjusted his sweat pants and leaned towards me pulling my body on top of his. "It's weird. You're not exactly the nicest person in the world Cam."

He nodded. "You want me to leave?" I shook my head no. I didn't exactly want to him stay either. His arms felt really good around me. I just needed time to adjust to a different side of him.

"Im just confused on how you all of a sudden are interested in getting to know me on a deeper level." I pondered out loud. "If somebody told me you liked me, you couldn't have paid me to believe it. So what's changed?"

Cam shifted uncomfortably before clearing his throat. "I mean..if im keeping it one hundred. I was attracted to you the first time I met you. I just was upset about shit. Not taking my injury well. I definitely was checking you out though. You fine as fuck, no cap." I blushed making him cheese as well. 

"So now you're going to be nice?" He chuckled. "Nah, imma be me. If its nice at times, it's that. If it mean at times, it's that. There's no in betweens and short cuts." I nodded.

"I am going to try to work on it for you though. I don't like hurting yo feelings. I need a better choice of words cause you get so sensitive."

"Cam, you're still an asshole. Thats never changing." I mumbled. He smiled and grabbed my hand. He raised it to his face and rested it against his cheek. "I'll be your asshole if you will have me."

"Stop trying to make me laugh, I don't like you right now." I mumbled with a small smile. He gave me a genuine laugh and ducked to my eye level. I stared into his eyes and searched for insincerity but found none in his brown orbs.

"Do you really like me, or is this some type of game you're playing?"

He chuckled. "I really like your little crazy ass. Shit, I don't know why, I just do. I can't stop thinking about you-" I closed my eyes and pressed my lips against his cutting him off mid sentence.

His lips were softer than I imagined them and warm. Our mouths moved perfectly in sync as I ran my hands through his soft brown hair. He was a good kisser and I wasn't expecting for it to be so gentle and soft. Cam came off so physically aggressive.

I sucked on his bottom lip and he groaned pulling me closer. I sat up on my knees allowing him to pull me into his lap. He slid his tongue into my mouth starting a war against mine.

That's when I knew we had started something I didn't want to stop. Devin had now left my thoughts. It was all Cameron Johnson.

"I can't help but feel like this shit is not real? Am I dreaming right now?" I asked pulling away from him although his hand kept a firm grasp on my waist. "No, I swear." He mumbled against my lips, laughing slightly..

"Aww, you like me freckles?" I said whipping my hair from side to side.

He stayed silent with a big smile on his face. "What?"

"You called me freckles."

My face fell. "Yeah, I know you hate it my bad..." He shook his head.

"Do you. Just don't do it all the time I can't take that." He said with a chuckle.

"Deal." I said as my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. "Your the opposite of what I'm supposed to be going for."

He nodded. "Maybe, but ill be the best mistake you ever make. Imma make you happy Kyra." I blushed.

"Don't make me regret this."

"I won't."