I can’t just sit here and watch this. Getting up, I make my way over to where she is, the whole time hoping she will see me coming so I don’t have to interrupt her or put her on the spot. She never does, though. She is just staring at the phone, but she hasn’t put her number in yet. Once I come up behind her, I make sure I don’t touch her before I get her attention. “Fate,” I say, and she turns to me smiling.
“Cameron,” she says and I can see the guys getting pissed that I’m talking to her. I want to tell them to piss off and leave her alone because she’s mine, but I think that pissing contest would just piss off my girl.
“I’m going back to our apartment and I wondered if you wanted to walk with me,” I say, hoping these guys get the hint. When they hear that we live together they both change from the angry looks I was getting telling me I was intruding on their game to an oh shit better not go there look.
“That would be great.” She puts her stuff together quickly and gets out of the chair. “I will see you guys later,” she says.
As we walk away, I can’t help the urge to touch her. “Fate,” I say in an asking tone when I hold my hand out for her to take it. She doesn’t question it, she just puts her hand in mine, continuing to walk away. It takes everything in me not to turn the hell around and look to make sure those fuckers see that she’s mine.
When we get to the apartment, I have this urge to come clean about why I interrupted her time with her friends, even though she’s not questioning my intentions. “I hope you’re not pissed that I took you away from your friends,” I say, and she just shakes her head. “I couldn’t just sit there and watch those guys vying for your attention.”
“What are you talking about?” she says, completely clueless.
“The one guy moved closer to you and then tried to get your number, right?” I ask and I see it all click together for her. “Watching that and not being able to say back off she’s mine, was a task. So I just got you out of there.”
“You were jealous?” she questions, and I want to shake this girl because she just doesn’t get it.
“Of course I’m jealous that I can’t yell it from the rooftops that I’m with you. I don’t like men coming around what’s mine.” She gives me a look and I worry I’ve said too damn much. Shit.
“What’s yours? Am I a possession?” I don’t even know what to say. I just stand there scared shitless that I’m going to say the wrong thing, then my girl busts out laughing. “Oh my God, you should have seen your face, Cameron.”
“You were just screwing with me?” I ask seriously.
“Cameron, have you ever seen me touch anyone else?” she questions. I shake my head in response because I’m not sure what this girl is feeling. Is she mad at me for what I’ve said or is she just giving me a hard time.
“Never.”
“Then that should tell you who I belong to,” she announces. “Is that why you wanted to hold my hand, to show them?”
“Not entirely. Part of me wanted them to see it. The other part of me just had this overwhelming fucking urge to touch you,” I say truthfully.
“I get that way too,” she confesses, and I reach out to her. “So then we should just do what our bodies are telling us to. If you want to touch me, then do it. Just only in ways we’ve already done, okay? I will do the same.” She hesitates.
“Thank fuck,” I say, and she laughs but turns serious again.
“Cameron, don’t kiss me in public. I’m not ready for the staring yet. Here I know it’s just you and me but out there I just don’t want the attention.” The fact that she even thought she had to tell me this makes me feel uneasy.
“Fate, I would never do that to you. No matter what urge I got. I won’t take that step until you show me you’re ready.” She leans in and presses her soft lips lightly against mine. Feeling this with her, I can’t blame her for not wanting to do it in public. I know if I were a guy seeing her kiss someone, I’d either be watching pissed that it wasn’t me or turned on. This also means that no one but me gets to see this side of Fate and that’s sexy as hell.
“I have something for you,” I say and go into my room to grab it. Coming out, I hope she doesn’t get mad that I went and bought her this. I just want to try something new. Handing her the rectangular box, I can see she is confused by it. When she opens it, she looks happy, but I still don’t think she gets the purpose of them. “Do you know why I bought those for you?”