Because favours are priced...
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"You have an insatiable desire for trouble Camille Sanders. You'll never just be satisfied. You're like me, too wild for the world."
I laugh at the outrageousness. "You're dramatic I'll give you that Michae...
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I had seen the lights. The winking city lights. This was what they warned me about. How lost you can get in this life.
But it didn't matter because I was far gone that night. And the unexpected had twisted the night around just as well as my mind. Was it the liquor? Was it just the heat of the moment? Or was it a game of cat and mouse I had no idea I was playing? If it was, I didn't know whether I lost pathetically or barely won.
He kissed me. He started it. And I did nothing to provoke him.
"Fuck my life."
These are not the words you want to hear when you wake up. But it's most always ones that greet me, thanks to my lack of love for the morning sun and school. This morning it was particularly more unappreciated because I was in an unfamiliar bed of silky dark sheets, bare as heck and most importantly beside a guy I didn't know.
But I had to utter the words even if to myself, seeing as the guy was dead asleep, because I was in an extremely compromising position.
How could I let the Michael fucking Thompson screw me over quite literally?
Yeah I remembered, all too well, and god I wished I was drunk enough not to remember my own name. But no. I unfortunately remembered the details of our endeavour last night right after he ambushed me with a fierce kiss.
He finally pulls away and I am able to take a deep breath in, almost afraid I had suffocated right then and there. I seemed to have regained reality enough to pull down a mask to hide the absolute shock running through me.
So I let out an amused smirk and tilted my head, pushing his body away from me. "Wha-"
I'm not allowed to speak yet again. He kisses me again, this time his large hands on my jaw, pulling me towards him. I lean forward on my toes, hands clutching his arms, giving in. I give in and kiss him back just as forcefully as he did.
He pulls back only to whisper, "Just give in." But I had already, the minute you kissed me, I wanted to tell him. Then I saw his darkened eyes ever so briefly in the dark, and I had a strong feeling he wasn't talking to me only.
As a result, I kissed his neck and sucked on the skin as his hands roam smoothly my back. "I should've done this ages ago." He groans.
I chuckle and enjoy the power I had over him, even in that brief moment.
I feel his hands grasp the zipper and tug it down. "I really like this plunge. It's very modest. But I think it's time to let that go right?"
My shake of head and smirk is my only reply. I didn't trust my own mouth to open and somehow kill everything. So I let him lead. I let him guide me to his bed. To the jaws of green eyed enslaver, salivating at the sight of me, because despite the submission, it felt like I had all the power in the world.
