Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 46

It has now officially been two weeks since I was discharged from the rehab center and moved back into my parents house. Two whole weeks and I've seen less of Camila than I did before. Two whole weeks and not even a chance to go down on each other, let alone have sex.

Camila's been busy now that she's back at work full time. Even when there aren't races, she still has lot of training and retraining to do. It's been hard watching her go off to work, when that's where I should be going too, but I manage. I know it's going to be awhile.

When I was discharged, Larry told me I still needed to use my cane for waking longer distances, but I've been working hard every day and can manage short distances on my own.  I've also decided to hire Larry as my personal PT as well as integrate his routines with my PitFit ones.  Overall I would say I'm making great progress and I feel my legs and body getting stronger every day.

Currently I'm sitting by the pool with Niall in my backyard listening to him blabber on about Emma and how the girls day with Camila did them wonders; as in they both went lingerie shopping and Niall has already seen two of Emma's purchases and had mind blowing sex; and I'm just here sipping my water waiting for Camila to come over after work so we can go for a walk.  To be honest I can't even remember the last time I did more than kiss her lips..  I think she's doing this on purpose...the whole "absence makes the heart grow fonder" thing.

Yeah....Uh Camila?!  I think we've waiting long enough, don't you?!

I sigh heavily as I continue to smile and nod while Niall's in his own little world; I'm happy for him, I really am and him and Emma are great together and I'm not trying to sound like a whiny, impatient little boy, but I miss my girl in more ways than one and I just want her for more than a few hours to show her how much I love and appreciate her.

Is that too much to ask for?!

"So man...you and Camila do the...?" Niall asks, distracting me from my pity party.

"No!" I sigh frustrated.

"What? Why not? You're out of rehab now, wasn't that the plan?" He asks, shock evident on his face.

Turning to him, taking my sunglasses off; "Yes, that was the plan, but she's been so busy that I hardly see her." I whine.

"Or she's making you sweat it out for everything you've put her through; I means she's Camila freaking Cabello! She's not going to go that easy on you." Niall replies.

"Yeah....I guess you're right." I say nodding my head.

With that, we hear a car door slam and an angry huff soon after. In a matter of minutes I see my tiny brunette storm down the hill to meet us by the pool.

"Hey baby! What's wrong?" I ask, concerned.

Crossing her arms, she looks away, but says she needs to see me inside.

She does not look happy.

"Good luck man!" Niall whispers as I get up and follow Camila inside, shrugging at Niall before I go. "Thanks man, pray for me!" I whisper back.

I follow Camila closely, a sad dejected look on my face as we enter my house and she leads me straight up the stairs to my room. Flinging the door open, she walks in the room and orders me to close the door. I do as I'm asked and pretty soon she's right up by my face, determination in her eyes.

"You're room completely sound proof yet?" She growls.

"Ye..yes...yes!" I gulp.

"Good!" She smirks and before I know it, she's got her hands on my bare chest pushing me to land on my bed with a soft thud.