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“Yeah, sorry she almost got you in there,” Zack offers as he stumbles toward Cam. When he trips on nothing, Cam closes the distance to offer him a shoulder to lean on. Such a good boy. Doesn’t realize he’s in the lion’s den.
“It’s just throw up. But yeah, glad I’m not covered in any. Thanks for pulling me out of the way.”
“I’m a gentleman like that,” Zack says with an unconvincing hiccough.
Then everything happens really fast. Zack uses his stature to trap Cam against the wobbly railing on the stairs, his hands coming down on either side of Cam.
“Z-Zack?” Cam asks, unsure of this posturing. My heart starts racing and I stand up silently in response.
“You could suck my dick, if you want,” Zack says suddenly.
“Uh. Um. N-no thanks,” Cam stutters in an offended tone. Damn right you should be offended, Cam.
“But you’re gay,” Zack presses as he leans his body into Cam’s, using his free hand to unzip his fly.
At that moment, I have no ability to account for my actions anymore. I’m seeing red, pulling Zack away with such force that his ass thuds as he hits the ground in confusion. He’s lucky that’s all I’ve done to him.
“Xan?” Cameron asks as he registers me in the darkness.
“Gone gay for your roommate? Almost killing my girlfriend wasn’t enough?” Zack spits out, having apparently found some sobriety with his own rush of adrenaline. He’s in my face in two seconds flat, and I push his shoulder to warn him off.
“Fucking fa—”
That’s all he gets out before I deck him square in the jaw. He stumbles back a few steps before charging forward with a swing of his own, but he’s intoxicated and slow, so I easily duck it. Still, there is a loud smack sound. His fist has connected with something... with something of mine... with Cameron.
“You motherfucker,” I shout at the top of my voice as I charge him again, but I feel a hand tugging on my sleeve. I turn for a split second to see Cam’s pleading eyes in the pale moonlight, and that’s enough time for Zack to get the jump on me. His fist gets me in the eye. I can instantly feel the blood running.
But the force of the hit knocks Zack off balance and he stumbles to his ass again. Cam takes the chance to tug me away at a fast pace down the empty streets.
I can taste the blood in my mouth now. It’s traveled that far from my brow. But I’m barely thinking about that, because Cam was hit, and I just want to get him home.
When we get under the streetlamp at the corner, I grab his shoulders and spin him to face me. “Are you okay?” I study the damage. It’s just a little split in his lip. Only a couple of droplets of blood. But what they mean, that’s what has my mind reeling. If I wouldn’t have been there, how far would Zack have pushed him?
That fuckface.
I could kill him.
Cam is giving me a look like he is afraid of me.
Inhale. Exhale. Calm down.
“I would never hurt you, Cam.” My words shock me. Since when wouldn’t I hurt someone? Not physically though. Not directly... but I’m not supposed to make caveats that justify my past behavior.
He nods, face softening. “I know.”
“How could you?” I challenge. He needs to know to avoid me. Not to be so trusting.
“Just do. You saved me.”
“That prick,” I growl the words. Still too much adrenaline in my blood.
Cameron’s hand slides down my bare arm, sending the hairs standing at attention. His palm grasps mine and he walks, tugging me forward by the hand. Never held hands with anyone before.
“Come on. Let’s go clean up.”
His hand feels good in mine, but he drops it quickly as we fall in step, side by side. Walking so close his shoulder is rubbing against my upper arm. How does that feel so fucking good?
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