“I want you to put these in.” Confusion takes over. I thought the point was to hear him play.
“I won’t be able to hear you. It defeats the purpose,” I state and he looks so different right now with his guitar. It’s as if I’m actually getting to look at Cameron the rocker and not just Cameron my roommate, whom I’m falling for.
“Trust me,” he says, and I give him a smirk. Sneaky man using my words against me. He knows I have no choice but to agree. When I nod, he sets the guitar down beside him on the couch and he puts out his hand for me to come to him. I go with ease and turn around, sitting in his lap. He motions for me to put the earplugs in. Once he’s checked that I can barely hear anything, he makes sure we are both comfortable. I watch as he grabs his guitar and brings it in front of me against my chest. His hands begin to move and I can’t hear what he’s doing but something else is happening.
It’s beautiful and so much more than I thought I’d get from this experience with him. I can’t help the few tears that fall. He continues and I watch his hand move across the strings. The vibrations against my chest give me a beat, but I’m not hearing it. It’s like he found a way around my trigger in this moment. He knew how to do this better than I did. Cameron continues for what seems like hours, and I just sit there against him. I would have continued to sit there, but he eventually stops and puts the guitar down beside us. Pulling out my earplugs, he looks at me and he can see how moved I am by this.
“Was that too hard?” he asks softly.
“No, that was perfect. Another perfect baby step,” I say with an adoring smile on my face. This man is mine and he is absolutely amazing.
“You look exhausted,” he says and I feel the fatigue set in. “Do you think you could try sleeping on the couch again with the lights on?” he asks, and I nod. He puts his guitar away and goes to get bedding. He sets up the bed and when he goes to try to tuck me in, I feel something. A new need takes over, a new thing I need to comfort me at night.
“Will you lie with me?” I ask and his face turns to shock. He looks so unsure, so I get up and motion for him to lie down. When he finally does, I take one of the blankets and hand it to him. I grab the other one and wrap it around me, making sure all my skin is covered, then I lie down next to him. I can tell he doesn’t know what to do with his arms. He just seems so stiff and unlike Cameron. “Cameron, you can touch me,” I say and slowly his arm slides across me and I feel him pull me closer.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“For what?”
“The music, telling me about your mom, but mostly for this.” I snuggle back into him, making sure the only thing between us is the blanket. “I think my fate might be sealed,” he whispers against me and I don’t have to question him. I know he’s talking about us and I think he might be right.
Chapter Fourteen
Cameron
Getting used to sleeping with the lights on actually wasn’t that big of a problem for me. Lying next to Fate, I didn’t give a damn about what was going on around us. She took it all away. I can’t believe how far she’s come and she finally trusts me. Fate believes in me. I know that sounds bitchy but it’s not. This girl doesn’t trust anyone so this is a huge accomplishment in my books. She’s been trying to venture off a bit more by herself during the day. She doesn’t always eat lunch with me at school anymore much to my protest. Some shit about baby steps. Who’s idea was that? Oh right, mine. I’m an idiot.
I never thought baby steps would come with a disadvantage for me, but she found a way. So here I sit, watching her from across the room interacting with some people from her class. It’s amazing really because you wouldn’t think she is this broken person right now. She’s also oblivious to the fact that everyone is drawn to her. On each side of her is another guy. As long as they keep their hands to themselves, I won’t have any problems.
Fate is laughing at something and these assholes are just sitting there watching her. She doesn’t even know how beautiful she is. She tries to blend in but this damn girl was born to stand out. I see her glance over in my direction and when our eyes meet I see her blush and I fucking love that I do that to her. It never gets old how little I’ve touched this girl but yet her body responds to me.
The guys don’t seem to notice, in fact, it looks as if one of them seems to think that redness on her face is thanks to him. When Fate’s attention turns to the guy on the other side of her, he pulls his chair closer to hers. Turning back, Fate doesn’t seem to notice, but I fucking do. I see him hand her his phone and it looks like he’s trying to get her number.