A knock comes at the door and I’m almost ready to jump out of my skin. I make my way up the hallway of Cecilia’s apartment, and stopping at the end, I lean against the wall. Feeling the need to have some support, I stay there and just look at the floor. I hear them come in, Scott and Cameron are both laughing, then there is only silence.
“Come on, Cecilia, I need to pick something up at the store before we head out. We will be back to get you two in a few,” Scott says and I still don’t look up. I feel as if everyone is watching me.
“If you make her feel anything other than a beautiful woman I am going to castrate you. I mean it, Cameron, it took me too long to get her to actually agree to this for you to screw with her.” I hear Cecilia sneer quietly, probably thinking I won’t be able to hear her, but I hear every word. The door clicks and I hear footsteps coming toward me.
“I need you to change, Fate,” he says, and I nod my head, turning to go back to the room I’d just come from. I’m such an idiot to think I can pull this off. His hand wraps around my wrist and I know he is staring at me. “Fate, look at me.”
Slowly, my eyes connect with his. “I’m just going to do what you asked me to, Cameron. I will be right back.”
Walking ahead of me, he brings me with him into the back bedroom where my clothes are. He lets go of me and closes the door. Watching him, I see him rake his hand through his hair and I finally take in his appearance. He is always attractive and something to be admired but tonight it’s like I’m more aware of him. Cameron has on a pair of dark wash jeans that fit him perfectly. He’s wearing a black button-up long sleeve shirt that shows off everything I love about his chest.
Cameron is just standing there staring at me. Looking in the mirror next to us, I’m sure he is thinking the worst, that I don’t look like Fate. My hair is falling down my back in big beautiful curls. I have on a black halter-top that exposes all of my back but two little straps. The bottom of it just reaches the black short skirt Cecilia demanded I wear. Plus, the fact that these heels make my legs look lengthy, giving me height I’ve never had. Moving to the bed where my clothes are, I go to grab them, but Cameron takes my hand in his, turning me back to him before letting go of me again. It’s crazy how his touch has become something I welcome, although we only touch in baby steps.
“I’m just going to take my clothes and go get changed,” I say quickly, but he just shakes his head at me. Slowly, I watch as his hand hovers over my skin, coming up my arm to where my shoulders are. There he lingers, never touching my skin, but I can feel the heat between us.
“Fate, why do I want you to change?” he asks.
“Because this isn’t who I am, I can’t pull this off. I’m not this sexy party girl that Cecilia tried to make me into. My face is covered in makeup and my hair is perfect. It’s very…not Fate,” I say honestly and I feel his hand move closer to my skin. Knowing I could just move slightly and we’d connect, I try to push those thoughts out of my head.
“That’s half right. This isn’t very you, but fuck, you can pull it off. You’re not a party girl, but you’re damn sexy and the best part is you don’t even know it. I’m not a fan of the makeup because you’re right it’s covering everything I love to look at. Your hair is always perfect even when you’ve just rolled your adorable ass out of bed and you are grumbling the whole way to the fridge. So that shit’s moot. I need you to change because I want to touch you…” He pauses, and I use this moment to push my shoulder into the palm of his hand and his breath catches at the contact. He slowly begins to caress my shoulder and I feel a trail of heat follow his hand as he moves it along my shoulder up to the back of my neck.
“Fate, everyone is going to be staring at you and it’s going to drive me nuts. I’m going to want to make sure everyone knows you’re mine so they stay the hell away from you. I know how you feel about public displays and touching. I just feel like I need you to cover up if we are going to go to this party.”
I feel as if I should be pinching myself but also I feel the panic. He’s a rock star. How long will these little touches hold him off before he wants more?
Watching, I see him lean in and I know what’s coming. Meeting him, I gently place my lips against his and I feel my body tighten as his mouth moves against mine. I tingle all over and I want to deepen the kiss, but I don’t even know where to start. Gradually, I bring my hands up to wrapping them around his waist, pulling him to me. He breaks the kiss, leaning his forehead against mine and I can feel his heavy breathing.