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“Even him,” Camden grits his jaw, determined.
My heart swells with hope. “You can stay… until curfew, at least,” I blurt out, my gaze tracing over his naked chest and the towel slung low on his hips. I’m not sure why I ask him to stay, only that I don’t want him to leave just yet. He hesitates.
“Iwantyou to stay,” I murmur shifting on the bed and sliding beneath the covers, making room for him. I’m shivering in earnest now. Cold right down to my bones.
He lets go of the door handle and walks towards me. “I’m naked.”
“Talk about stating the obvious. Get in, Camden. I’m not about to fuck you.”
He cocks his head to the side, hooking his finger under the towel and pushing it loose. “No?” he asks, as it drops to the floor in a puddle at his feet.
“No,” I confirm, biting on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from giggling like a little girl. A minute ago, he was threatening to stick his cock in my mouth and here I am inviting him into my bed butt naked. If nothing else, that tells me just how much I truly trust him. He slides under the covers, stretching his length out beside me.
“I’ve never had a girl invite me into her bed and not want to fuck me,” he whispers, his gaze flicking from my lips to my eyes and back again.
“Well this girl is different.”
“You ain’t wrong there,” he agrees, drawing me against his body and holding me against his warmth. My cheek is pressed against his chest, his hand cupping my head.
“Wrap your arms around me, Asia. Get warm.”
I do as he instructs, pressing myself close against him. To be held like this is not something I’m used to. It’s hard for me to relax. Most of my childhood I’d cuddle my pillow or teddy, desperate for human touch, human warmth, comfort. There were so many nights when my mum just wasn’t around, and I lay awake crying for her when she was either out getting high or at home passed out with a needle stuck in her arm. Only when my brothers arrived, could I finally experience that basic human need, to be held, to be loved unconditionally.
Sighing, I breath out a long slow breath.
“What is it?” Camden asks, murmuring gently. He has his chin pressed against the top of my head with his arms folded around me. I feel cared for, which is crazy given the events of tonight and the fact that he’s completely frigging naked.
“Just shit from my past,” I say, not able to express myself further. That pain isn’t something I can share just yet.
“I get it. I fucking get it, Asia.”
He doesn’t say one more word, he simply holds me, and I realise that despite the persona he presents to the world underneath it all he’s just a broken kid like the rest of us. We’re the legacy of fucked up parents in a fucked-up world. We’re the broken and the bruised. We’re the battered and the torn. But maybe, just maybe we’re the stitch to each other’s wound. Maybe we can help each other to heal.
After a few minutes my teeth stop chattering and I begin to warm up, his heat penetrating through my clothing settling beneath my skin and seeping deep into muscle and bone. Eventually, I find myself relaxing into Camden’s arms as he holds me tightly against him with a boner that could slay an army. I’m pretty sure I’m grinning as I fall into a dreamless sleep.
