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The walk back to Oceanside is silent, both of us lost to our thoughts. Now that the adrenaline has worn off, the chill has set in and I’m fucking freezing. Wrapping my arms tightly around me I jog to keep up with Camden’s long strides. We’ve missed dinner and there’s only a couple hours to curfew but I’m not ready to give up just yet.
“Will you come back to my room, Camden, so we can talk some more?” I say through chattering teeth.
“What’s the point?”
“Please?”
He nods his head in agreement but says nothing more. Ten minutes later we’re back at the annex, standing outside my bedroom door. I slide my key into the lock, and he follows me inside, shutting the door behind him. As soon as the warmth of the room hits me, my body decides to go into full on teeth chattering, body trembling shock. I mean I don’t think I have hypothermia, but I’m fucking cold.
“Fuck, Asia, your lips are blue. You’re freezing.”
“Just a bit,” I respond.
“You need to get those wet clothes off…”
“You trying to get me naked, Camden?” My smile drops when I see the expression on his face.
“Don’t flirt with me Asia.Don’t,” he growls.
“Got it.” I study his face. He’s trembling too. I’m pretty sure he’s just as freezing as I am. “You need to get out of those wet clothes as well.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m not staying long. Sort yourself out first,” he says stiffly.
“Okay, give me a second.” I grab my soft pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt from my wardrobe and head into the bathroom. It takes me a while to peel off my clothes and put on the clean dry ones. I realise too late that I didn’t grab any underwear. Not that it matters. Camden won’t touch me again, not now, and especially not since I’m wearing fluffy Supergirl patterned pyjama bottoms. Towel drying my hair roughly, I look at myself in the mirror, stifling a laugh. I’m being fucking ridiculous. I’ve just told Camdeneverythingand I’m worrying about what I’m wearing and how I look? Christ, the cold must have addled my brain. I’m fucking losing it. Tomorrow, Eastern and I could find ourselves at the mercy of the King if Camden decides to talk. I laugh almost hysterically.Mercy? Who am I fucking kidding?
When I walk out of the bathroom Camden is sitting on my chair, his teeth chattering. “You need to take some of your own advice and take off those wet clothes, Camden. I can wait for you to go back to your room.”
He shakes his head, stands, then rips off his jumper and t-shirt in one go, revealing his broad shoulders and tattooed stomach. The roaring lion’s head peeping up over the waistband of his jeans.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Taking my wet clothes off. Got a problem with that?” he challenges me.
“Nope,” I pop the p, sitting down on my bed and pretending that him getting fucking naked doesn’t bother me in the slightest.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he states, rolling down his jeans and underwear at the same time. He’s already kicked off his trainers and peeled off his socks whilst I was in the bathroom. Why the fuck am I thinking about his socks when his very naked, very large dick is on full view?
“Alright, Asia?” he asks me, locking his gaze with mine.
“I’m pretty sure showering when you’ve got hypothermia can kill you.”
“I haven’t got hypothermia.”
“Well, if you’re sure,” I shrug,keeping my eyes up, focussed on his face and not his broad shoulders or his strong muscular arms. I’m certainly not looking at his firm pecs or defined abs. Nor am I looking at his lion tattoo or the shit-hot v muscle sliding towards his groin. And I’m definitely not looking at his ten-inch dick wondering whether he’s a grower or a shower.
He smirks, evilly. “So, I’m gonna take that shower then.”
“Sure,” I mutter, reaching for my desk drawer and reaching for the cigarettes stashed inside. I light one, desperately wishing I had a cup of tea to warm me and having to make do with the smoke filling my lungs instead.
After a piss-taking amount of time, Camden eventually walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He smells of my body wash. Something about that lights a fire inside me.
“Better?” I ask.
He grunts, not deigning to answer me with words. Instead he sits next to me on the bed, not giving a shit that the towel is barely covering his dick. He’s trying to intimidate me. It won’t work.
“If you want to get your own back, showing me your dick won’t really do it. I’m not a child, Camden. I’ve seen a cock before. You can sit here naked for all I care, so long as you listen to what I have to say.”
