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Chapter 17
Sebastian
Why couldn’t I bringmyself to get close to her again? We were so close before the accident even the couple of weeks after, and I pushed her away. Camilla took care of me during my recovery when I was weak, could she actually still want to be with me after seeing me so helpless? I felt like less of a man when she had to help me get into bed.
Camilla: It wasn’t wrong. Don’t beat yourself up.
Me: Can I come over? I really need to vent.
This was my last chance at being with her. If I kept pushing her away then someone was going to swoop in and take her away from me. I couldn’t let that happen. Grow the fuck up.
Camilla: Of course, my door’s always open.
I drove over to her house, and sat in the car for a minute going over what I was going to tell her, before knocking on the door.
“Come in.” She said, letting me slip inside., while biting on her bottom lip. “Is everything okay? It’s been a rough night for you.”
We sat down on the couch a couple feet away from each other, and my eyes kept traveling down to her breasts. The blanket underneath scrunched up beneath us as she inched toward me. Our knees touched, and I gently squeezed her thigh. My mind took over, remembering all her skin was that smooth. Her gaze was fixed downward, so I lifted up her chin, and our eyes were forced to meet. “Don’t think for a second that I don’t want to be with you. I want you to look at me like you used too. Not like I’m broken.”
A single tear fell, “broken? You’re the most handsome and brave man. Why would you be broken?”
“The wreck. You took care of me, and I felt helpless.”
“You’re far from helpless, Sebastian. I’ll show you.” She said, starting to unbutton my shirt.
I stood up, and she raised her arms so I could swiftly get her shirt off. My eyes fixated on the skin of this angel.
“Now it’s my turn.” She winked at me, slowly unbuttoning the rest of my shirt and kissing my chest before throwing it on the floor.
As we made our way to the bed, her bra was unclasped and they sprang free making my eyes light up. I could feel my underwear getting tighter. My mouth kissed every inch of her skin while taking off the little clothing she had on her left, and explored her curves. The closer to her thighs I got, the more she’d moan. I paused right above where her jeans would hit, and looked up at her.
“What do you want?”
“You.”
“Me, what? I want to hear you say it?”
“I want you... inside me.”
I was no longer second guessing myself. The need to show her that I was the man she was meant to be with came with overwhelming pressure. Her legs spread, exposing herself for me. Instead of reacting, I just sat back and slowly absorbed the view of her curves.
“Come here.” She said, pulling me toward her, and easing me inside. “Ohh.... you feel...good.”
Camilla was the woman I was meant to spend my life with, even if that meant spending some time apart. Our bodies came together like fireworks going off on the fourth of july.
