“Winter,” Cameron whispered as she drifted out of her dreamworld. “Winter.”
She groaned, shifting so she faced away from him.
“I know we stayed up late,” he said then, sitting on the bed, “but it’s time to get up.”
She shook her head and heard a chuckle escape his lips.
“Come on, sleepy head. Wake up.”
“Noooo...” she whined.
“Yes, Winter Evans. Up you get.”
He was silent when she didn’t move, and she would’ve suspected he left the room if he hadn’t slipped his fingers under her arms, making her writhe in his hold.
“Cameron!” she yelled, laughing. “Oh, God! Stop it! That tickles!”
He still didn’t listen. “That’s the point.”
“No! Cameron!”
“Get up.”
“No!”
“Then suffeeeer.” He moved his fingers to her sides, making her laugh louder as she struggled to get out of his reach.
“Cameron! Ahh!”
“Get up, Snowflake.”
“Stop it!”
“Up.”
“Ahhhh! Fine! Just stop it!”
He let go then, watching her catch her breath with a lazy smile.
She glared at him, rolling over and pushed her arms against the bed so she sat up, muttering, “Asshole.”
“Come on, Snowflake,” he said, the smile still there. “We have something to do today.”
Winter rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
But he never responded, and she looked to him then, watching his blue eyes study her curiously.
“What?” she said.
He smiled innocently. “Kiss?”
She shook her head in annoyance. “No, you woke me up, and you were mean about it even when I told you to stop.”
“But—”
“No, ‘buts,’” she said, sliding off the bed. “The answer’s no, Cameron.”
An annoyed sigh, but he got off the bed. “Alright.” He sounded defeated. “Go pack, Snowflake.”
And he stepped out of the room.
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The sun shone on the streets and Winter stared through Kit-Cat Cafe’s window, waiting for the waiter to bring her chai.
They left an hour earlier due to them changing hotels again, and since she was tired, Cameron decided to take her here.
A sudden thought crossed her mind...
Would they be running forever? Would they have to hide forever?
She looked over to Cameron, who was currently searching through his smart phone for unread messages.
So, she gazed back outside, studying every pedestrian, noting the differences of clothing people wore…
Cosplay… business suits… dresses… or just plain T-shirts and shorts…
She questioned to herself before who Cameron was in contact with… Mainly because he was on his phone a lot…
She asked herself if it was gangs… mobs... or someone else, but dropped it, unsure if she cared.
He could be having therapy sessions with Satan himself, and she couldn’t care less.
She felt a gentle touch on her back, snapping her back into the real world.
When she looked to Cameron, he brushed some hair away from her eyes, lightly pulling in for a gentle touch from lips to lips let go seconds later.
“Want my jacket?” he wondered curiously. “You’ve got goosebumps.”
“Why are you even wearing one?” she questioned as he shrugged off his flannel. “Is it even possible for you to get cold?”
“It depends on the situation, but if you’re asking if I am now, the answer’s ‘no.’”
That wasn’t what she was asking, but she didn’t respond.
“What about you?” he said at her silence. “Are you cold?”
“A little,” she admitted.
“Then come here.” He grasped her under her arms and dragged her to his side, making a little gasp escape her lips before wrapping one arm around her back and the other draping the jacket over her. “How’s that?”
“Sudden,” she said.
He only chuckled, rubbing her arm through the fabric as if to comfort her. “You’re okay, Snowflake. You’ll be just fine.”
“Why are you comforting me?” she whispered. “I’m not scared.”
“You are,” he responded. “You’re just pushing it away.”
She was silent.
“Anyway,” he whispered, lips moving along her temple, “what’s wrong? You haven’t responded to that question yet.”
“I honestly don’t know how to explain it, Cameron.”
“Try.”
She sighed. “N—”
“Here’s your chai,” the waitress said, cutting Winter off in the middle of her sentence, and slid a cup across the table. “Is that all?”
Cameron had to resist shooting her a look for interrupting…
Why was it that whenever Winter was about to explain something, they were interrupted?
Then a sudden suspicion crept into his thoughts…
Was she stalling until she saw them walking to them? Knowing they would interrupt?
It would make sense.
Sneaky girl… wow…
“That’s all,” Cameron said, “thanks.”
And the waitress nodded, stepping into the kitchen.
“I’m going to go wash my hands,” Winter whispered, scooting off the booth.
He noticed her dark eyes despite her staring down at the table, clearly trying to hide her expression. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she said, “I’ll be back.”
“Winter,” he grasped her arm, pulling her back before she could walk away, “when you come back, you’re talking to me, got it?”
She pulled out of his grip, exhaling a silent shaky breath, but he still heard it. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
And she walked off.
When she entered the lady’s room, she looked at herself in the mirror, noting how her cheeks were a dark red, along with her nose.
She didn’t look like she was blushing, she looked as if she were in a snowstorm, or she was catching a cold.
She touched her cheek with two fingers, noting how cold it was, and looked down to the sink, turning on the facet to hot.
After waiting a couple minutes, she knew it was warm enough and splashed some hot water on her face, feeling it burn slightly when her icy cheeks heated.
When she padded her skin, she leaned her arms on the counter, staring down at the granite while fighting down tears when her mom’s words entered her thoughts.
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Don’t come home, Winter. Don’t!
I’m sorry, this wasn’t how I wanted you to find out.
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Find out what?
Find out WHAT?
She couldn’t think of what her mother was saying... Would she ever see her again?
Winter took a deep breath, blinking tears away and looked back up to herself in the mirror and almost screamed...
But it was only Cameron, leaning against a stall, brows raised.
She spun around, gripping the counter in shock.
How much had he seen? What was he thinking?
“Stop doing that!” she yelled, but not out of anger, out of shock. “You’re going to give me a Goddamn heart attack!”
His expression didn’t waver.
She took a deep breath, turning toward the mirror. “Go back to the table, I’ll be out there soon.”
He didn’t move.
“Cameron.”
No response.
She sighed, leaning on the counter, once more.
“I knew something was going on with you,” he finally said, still in the same position. “Neither of us are leaving this room until you tell me what’s going on.”
“This is the girl’s bathroom,” Winter stated angrily.
“I’m well aware.”
“Go back to the table,” she said. “I’ll be out soon.”
“No.”
She turned to him then, glaring at him. “No?”
“Not until you talk to me, Snowflake.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re clearly not.”
She let out an annoyed sigh, staring down at the floors. “What you’re doing is not helping.”
No response.
“This is supposed to be a private space, Cameron.”
He was still silent.
“You can’t just barge in here!”
He was in front of her suddenly, making her stare up at him in surprise as he leaned down, face inches from hers. “Winter, tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing’s going on!”
“I know you’re lying because you’re afraid of how I’ll think of you, but you are going to tell me now.”
“Or what?” she growled. “What are you going to do?”
He was silent, just leaned back up.
“So that’s what you’re doing,” she snapped. “Demanding to know what’s wrong and bluffing until I’ll tell you? Threatening me? That’s how you’re going to do it?”
She knew she was being irrational, but she also knew that the spotlight aimed at him now, and she felt a weight in her chest dissipate... but as she yelled, she was slowly consumed in ice...
Every word that came out of her mouth was like her warmth, and all of it was leaving her body.
“Get out,” she said, pointing to the door.
He didn’t move. “Talk to me, Winter. Tell me what the hell is going on.”
She only glared. “You can’t always get what you want.”
“I know, but with this, I intend to get an answer.”
“Leave me alone.”
“Winter,” he warned, eyes narrowing, “enough with the bluffing. Tell me right now.”
“You can’t always get what you want, Cameron,” she growled, and threw open the bathroom door, storming out into the restaurant.
She didn’t know if Cameron was following, but wasn’t sure if she cared, just left her stranded chai and headed out into the pouring rain.
She honestly had no plan of where she was going, didn’t know if she cared, she was just walking away... hoping to keep her distance from the situation...
Almost one second later, something caught her arm and shoved her into an alley.
She almost fell over if Cameron hadn’t caught her first and backed her against a store wall.
His face was inches from hers, the icy rain pouring down onto his dark locks, making them look black.
She watched as the water dripped off his sculpted jaw, and how his black shirt clung to his skin.
“Winter,” he said, his voice soft, “tell me what’s going on.”
She looked to him then, momentarily stunned but she still kept the act. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Winter...” he whispered in disappointment.
She was silent.
“Talk to me,” he urged. “I can see you slowly breaking... and I hate it.”
“I’m not...” she said.
“Winter,” he warned.
“Nothing’s wrong, Cameron... Seriously... Let me go.” She started writhing in his hold, but he pressed her so hard against the store wall that she could only wiggle.
“Winter.”
“Cameron... let go....”
“Winter.”
“Let... go....”
“WINTER!” he shouted, making her flinch. “STOP BEING SO DEFENSIVE AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!”
She froze at his tone but felt a burn of anger rush through her.
What made it his right to yell?
“I don’t have to tell you ANYTHING!” she snapped. “And DON’T CALL ME DEFENSIVE WHEN I’M TRYING TO FORGET EVERYTHING THAT’S HAPPENING TO ME!”
He was silent then, staring at her with wide eyes.
She realized she just cracked...
Her face broke, and she started sobbing, covering her face in her hands.
“Winter...” he whispered softly, “what’s going on...?”
“I feel like I’m going crazy...” she sobbed into her hands. “You’re right about why I asked you how many people you killed... I want a reason to leave so I can save my mom! I want to leave you, but I don’t! You scare me and excite me! I hate it but I love it! I don’t know what VOICE in my head to TRUST!”
“Alright... Snowflake...” he said gently, attempting to move her hands away from her face, but she didn’t budge. So, he forcefully pried them off, feeling his heart shatter at her swollen eyes that burned a bright red with tears. “Don’t hide your face from me,” he said gently, smiling softly. “I love looking at it.”
Cameron watched her as she tried to hold back loud sobs, seeing little drops of saltwater fall from her eyes, dripping off her chin.
He then leaned toward her, lightly kissing her cheeks, drying the tears with his lips, and moved down to her mouth, taking her off guard.
She gripped onto his shoulders, but not resisting, letting him trail his lips across her cheek, along her jaw, and down her throat.
A little moan escaped her lips, and he let go then, pressing his forehead to hers. “Feel better?”
She nodded, resting her head on his shoulder.
“You’re soaked,” he noticed, rubbing her arms as an attempt to warm her.
“I wonder why,” she said sarcastically, though sniffled. “It’s not like it’s raining.”
“Come on,” he whispered. “Let’s get back to the hotel.”
“Why?” she wondered curiously.
He gave her an amused once-over. “Because I said so. And you’ll do as I say.”
Before she could get angry and snap at him for being possessive, he scooped her up in his arms, gently rubbing their foreheads together as she stared up at him curiously.
And he stepped out of the alley, down the street to the car he stole.
“Cameron?” she whispered as he carried her through the pouring rain.
“Hmm?”
“Do you know what’s going to happen...?”
“No,” he said gently, “I don’t, Honey.”
“Do you know who took my mom?”
He shook his head despite the lie.
“Can you drop my legs?” she wondered softly.
He looked down at her. “Why?”
“Please, Cameron....”
So, he let go of her knees, holding under her hips while she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together, and folded her arms around him... all while he was still walking...
“That’s better...” she said while resting her head on his shoulder.
“Was the other position uncomfortable?” he asked curiously.
“No...” she said, “I just wanted to hug you....”
He smiled softly then, knowing the trust was building.
They were silent for a moment until he spoke, “So... you still mad at me?”
“For what?”
“For pinning you to a wall.”
She sighed. “Yes.”
He looked to her then, only able to see her dark eyes reflecting the watery streets. “You’re not going to yell at me?”
She shook her head.
“So... are you going to drop it?” he hinted.
She gave him a look then, but he didn’t seem to care, so she looked back down. “I’ll punish you later.”
“‘Punish’ me?” he echoed. “How?”
“I gotta keep up the suspense,” she stated jokingly, but her tone was flat.
“This isn’t a horror movie, Snowflake,” he stated.
“Nope,” she said.
“What’s this so-called ‘punishment?’”
“I’m not telling.”
“Winter.”
“Rub my back and maybe I’ll think about telling you.”
He sighed, shaking his head, but listened anyway, gently stroking her back slowly with his palm.
She melted into him at the gesture, breath heating his neck.
So, he decided to take the moment a little further, slipping his hand under her shirt and running two fingers along her spine.
She shivered slightly, pulling closer. “Please... don’t stop....”
So, he didn’t, gently stroking up and down the ragged bumps, feeling her breathing soften.
“Don’t stop...” she whispered, “it feels nice....”
He looked to her then, seeing her eyes glisten, and some hot tears slid onto his shoulder, vanishing into the fabric of his shirt.
But despite the cold rain, he could still feel the warmth of the vanished tears sliding down his skin.
“What’s wrong...?” he said then.
She shook her head, burying her face in his neck to hide her expression.
“Winter...” he whispered, “why are you crying?”
“It feels good...” she murmured into his neck. “I don’t want it to stop....”
“That doesn’t explain why you’re crying, Honey,” he said softly.
“I’m scared...” she whispered.
“Of what?”
“Of losing you....”
He was silent for a moment. “What do you mean by that?”
“I feel like I’m cursed... everyone I love somehow leaves me... and I’m not used to it... It scares me....”
Love… She said love…
He blew out a sigh despite happiness consuming him when he realized she just confided in him…
As they walked, he saw the garage form from the fog in front of them.
He lifted her a little higher, making a little gasp escape her mouth when he hugged her back. “It’s going to be okay, Snowflake,” he said softly. “We’re going to be alright, I promise.”
“We can’t keep on running...” she whispered. “He’ll keep on coming... and we’ll never be happy... He already took my mom and dad... and my sister, too... what if he takes you...?”
“Winter...” he murmured sadly.
“I can’t lose you!” she almost yelled, making his heart break at her sudden cry of despair.
She cared… She cared about him…
He pressed her head to his chest, attempting to silence her, but loud ugly sobs escaped her mouth and she gripped onto his shirt, sobbing into his neck.
“I know how you feel...” he whispered. “I know what you think... You think you’re not good enough... You worry that he’ll take me… You worry that I’ll grow bored of you, right?”
A nod.
“Never going to happen...” he whispered. “You’re mine now, all mine. And I’m never letting you go.”
She continued sobbing into his shoulder, making him hold her tighter.
“I’ll prove it to you,” he whispered, heartwarming. “I swear I’ll prove it to you.”
But he stopped in the street then, a bunch of pedestrians with umbrellas passing by, casting Winter a curious glance but didn’t stop to ask if she was okay.
But Cameron turned to the right, deciding that he wasn’t going to drive, so he headed into an alley, dashing through the streets at light speed seconds later.
The force from the wind blew her hair past her face, the cool air soothing the pain swirling inside.
She was calm now, holding onto him tightly.
Winter yelped when she started slipping, but he lifted her higher, brushing a gentle kiss to her temple before whispering, “Don’t worry. I won’t drop you.”
So, she just buried herself into his hold, feeling the icy rain pour onto them, but she could feel the heat of Cameron’s skin on hers...
Seconds later, they slowed to a walking pace, the hotel coming into sight ahead.
“What if people see you running?” she whispered. “Won’t that cause a world-wide panic?”
He chuckled. “It’s foggy, I can turn us invincible, and we’re both wearing dark clothes. If they even notice us, people will ignore us. Probably thinking we’re a bird passing by.”
Cameron stepped into an alleyway, holding Winter to him as he made his way over to the hotel’s fire exit on the side wall.
“What are you doing?” she questioned. “The hotel’s front doors are over there….”
“I’m just being cautious, Snowflake.” He held the ice-cold knob in his hand.
“But… it’s a fire door… wouldn’t it be lock—”
The bolt suddenly clicked, and Cameron opened the door, carrying her inside.
Oh… that’s right…
He had mind powers… Which most probably meant he had telekinesis...
When he carried her up the stairs to room three, he pressed his pocket to the lock, making it click and he pried open the door.
His hotel key was probably in his pants…
“Alright…” he said, setting her down onto the carpet. “Go change.”
“But….”
He put a finger to her lips. “It’s alright, Snowflake. I’m not going anywhere. Just go change in the bathroom, alright?”
She nodded, stepping over to the hall closet, pulling out a silky night dress, and shut the bathroom door behind her.
Cameron stared at it for a minute, exhaling slowly before sliding his wet T-shirt over his head while stepping to his room.
Tossing it to the floor, he pulled out a new pair of pants and a T-shirt from his dresser, getting out of his wet clothes, he slipped his legs through the pants, and tugged the shirt over his head, stepping out of his bedroom to look at the bathroom door.
The light was on under it, and he heard a quiet rustling of clothes.
She was still changing…
So, he stepped over to the couch and turned on the TV, leaning back against the sofa as he watched the three-o’clock news.
Winter was out of the bathroom seconds later, stepping over to Cameron without a single word and settling on his lap, huddling up with him.
He gave her an amused look at this. “Getting comfy?” Despite the words, he instinctively wrapped an arm around her, making sure she wouldn’t fall.
“Yes…” she admitted softly, “and you’re not allowed to let go of me.”
“Well, in that case,” he chuckled, “you’re not allowed off.”
She smiled at his words, unlike her previous self that would yell at him and curse his ears out for being possessive.
And also, unlike her previous self… she cuddled up with him without resistance…
He knew she broke before… but earlier today she was incredibly defensive… and now she was in a cuddle mood…
Which was quite odd, to be honest…
But he held her tighter, brushing a kiss along her forehead and grasped the remote from the arm rest. “What do you want to watch?”
“I don’t really care.”
“Yes, you do,” he said, chuckling. “I guarantee you with what I put on, you’re either going to get pissy, or get irritated and attempt to hide it.”
She was silent.
“What movie?” he wondered softly. “Show?”
“Can we watch the new movie… Dire? I hear it’s a steamy romance… and it sounds pretty good….”
“Sure.” Clearly, he wasn’t fazed by her saying “steamy” or he didn’t really care.
But she watched the TV as he clicked the menu and turned on Cashew, going to the search bar and typing, “Dire.”
She smiled when it turned on, Cashew’s little logo flashing across the screen before the movie started.
While the beginning of the movie played, Cameron started stroking her upper arm without knowing it, all while holding her closer.
She felt herself fading after every stroke… slowly drifting from the world… and they were only twenty minutes in…
She could’ve told him to stop… but she liked the soothing chills the strokes left behind, calming her racing heart… panic sweats… and she couldn’t feel her damp hair stick to her shoulders anymore… making her want to itch her skin…
It took Cameron a full ten minutes before he realized her thoughts were silent, and he looked down at her, stilling the caresses.
Her eyes were shut… breathing ever so softly that he smiled, brushing her hair to one side of her face. “Asleep already, sleepy head?”
He knew she wouldn’t respond, so he turned off the TV and lifted her up, carrying the tired girl to her bedroom.
Lying her down onto the mattress, he gently kissed her temple, drawing the covers up to her chin before stepping out of the room.
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It was around nine in the evening, and Cameron watched Winter curiously as she slept.
He stood on the side of the bed, touching her face gently with the back of his hand to see if she woke...
She just shifted to her side on the mattress, burying her face into the soft, cushioned pillow as a response, the covers half-falling off the bed at the movement.
So Cameron drew the silk covers up to her chin, trying to get her warmer.
It had been years since he slept... and he found it quite intriguing watching her...
He didn’t do it in a creepy sense... it was just how she acted while she slept compared to how she acted in real life...
She looked so... peaceful and at ease...
He watched her for a moment, how the moonlight made her black hair glow with soft white highlights, how her lashes gently brushed her cheek as she dreamt, and how her hands rested under her chin, fingers twitching slightly.
He settled down next to her, tenderly brushing her hair out of her face so he could see her expression.
Her brows were relaxed, cheek bones softer from the shadows caused by the moon, and her hair was slightly matted, but her soft waves flowed to her waist, an occasional ringlet spiraling down to her shoulders.
A couple hours passed by, feeling like seconds, and Cameron watched her expression remain soft as she slept.
He couldn’t look away.
This was so captivating...
Winter’s lashes opened slightly, looking up at Cameron lazily as he stared down at her.
Seeing him above her, her lips parted. “How long have you been watching me?”
“Hey,” he said, smiling gently as he changed the subject, “sleep well?”
She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.
10:33 pm.
She looked back at him. “I only slept for a couple hours. You’re making it sound like it’s morning.”
He chuckled. “It is morning.”
Her brows drew together.
“In Japan,” he continued. “It's 12:16 in the afternoon there.”
Winter blinked for a second. “Are you like a time lord or something? How do you know the exact time in a random country?”
He smiled in amusement. “It’s 10:33 here, and Tokyo, Japan is thirteen hours and forty-three minutes from here.”
She looked concerned. “Why do you know this?”
“I memorize a lot of things,” he said, chuckling.
“How did you do the math so fast?” Then she gasped. “Are you a psychotic nerd? That’s kind of creepy.”
“Yes, Winter,” he said sarcastically, “I kill people with numbers.”
She couldn’t help but smile. “What’s one thousand a hundred and twenty-two divided by six hundred?”
Cameron looked bored. “I’m not a calculator, Winter.”
“Aww, c’mon. I want to see you nerdy. I’m kind of curious as to what that looks like.” She sat up. “You look the kind to ditch.”
“You know very well that I do a lot worse things than ditching, Winter.”
She giggled. “Which makes me even more curious.”
He sighed, shaking his head.
“C’mon,” she whined. “Do it!”
He gave her a look, watching her smile turn mischievous.
“It’ll make you hoooot,” she said playfully.
Cameron contained a grin. “I know what you’re doing. And it doesn’t work on me because I know what you’re doing.”
She crossed her arms. “Really? And what am I doing?”
“Using a typical trick that works on a lot of boys, daring them to do something because it’ll make them look ‘hot.’” He shook his head. “It doesn’t work on me because I already know you think I’m beautiful.”
“Egocentric is more the word.”
“Ah,” he said, leaning over her, “no. Because I care about you more than myself.” He pushed her back down onto the bed, blue eyes glowing white in the moonlight. “Now go to sleep.”
“Cameron?” she whispered as he pulled the covers to her chin again.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, he pulled his shirt over his head, making Winter’s face flush.
“W— what are you doing?” she squeaked, embarrassment burning through the questions she wanted to ask.
Cameron gave her a small smirk at her sudden embarrassment. “Relax, I’m keeping my pants on.”
She eased at his words, though kept her eyes on him, watching him throw his shirt onto the oak wooden floors and get under the covers with her.
She studied him curiously as he drew the covers over them both, the lights from the city that casted through the window making his pale skin glow softly.
As she took in all of him, his biceps, his pecs, and his broad shoulders, Winter didn’t even notice Cameron was watching her with a small smirk.
“You can explore me,” he said, chuckling. “I know you want to touch me.”
She looked into his eyes then, even in the darkness, he could see her face shaded with red. “You make that sound so bad....”
“‘Dirty’ is the word I prefer,” he stated, smiling. “And I know, that was kind of the point.”
She reached out hesitantly to his shoulder, stopping every few inches to look at his expression, but it remained the same.
Lightly, she touched his arm, looking up at him to see the same smile lingering on his lips.
So she ran her hand down to his wrist, feeling his soft skin and watching his lashes flutter closed at her gentle touch.
Winter kept on brushing her palm up his arm, over his pecs, to his abs, and she felt him shiver when she traced the outlines of his muscles.
She stopped then. “Cameron...?”
His lashes opened slightly. “Hmm?”
Was it just her? or did his voice seem calmer?
“Can I see your scars again...?”
He smiled lazily, but softly. “Go ahead.” And he shifted a little toward her so she could see them.
The whip marks on his back…
And she stared, watching in awe as the city lights reflected off them, casting them in colorful shadows.
Gently, she brushed her hand along his side, hearing his breath hitch at the feeling.
“Cameron...?”
“Hmm?”
Her voice was below a whisper. “Can I... touch them... again...?”
“I won't say no,” he breathed.
She wanted to ask him why, but she pushed the words down, the urge to feel his scars burning her hands with an intense need.
She didn’t know why she was so obsessed with feeling them, but they were so soft, and she secretly liked his reaction when she touched them.
So she reached over his side, delicately running two fingers down one.
And he sucked in a breath as if in pain, making her hand shoot away. “Sorry!” she almost yelled. “I didn’t mean to hurt you!”
“Winter,” Cameron whispered, chuckling as he lightly wrapped his fingers around her wrist, “you didn’t. It’s okay.”
And he guided her hand over his side and to the same scar again.
“And you don’t have to use two fingers,” he said, chuckling. “I’m not a delicate flower.”
She smiled softly. “It seems like you like it, though....”
His eyes softened at her words, but he didn’t respond.
She started brushing her fingers along the scar again, scooting closer when his lashes fluttered closed once more.
Winter didn’t know why, but she loved the feel of them... the rugged bumps... how they showed who he really was, it was unique to her.
She let out a little gasp when he reeled her closer to him, smiling as he brushed her hair away from her face. “Can I try?” he whispered.
Winter felt her cheeks glow, but she nodded.
“Get closer,” he said gently, “as close as you want.”
So she scooted up to him, nuzzling her face into the nape of his neck as he lightly pushed her hair to her right shoulder, letting it fall to the bed under her.
As he started trailing two fingers up and down her spine, he felt her shiver against him, and Winter let out a little whimper, snuggling closer.
“You okay?” he said silently.
She nodded. “Don’t stop....”
So he didn’t, gently running his fingers along her spine, feeling her relax with every stroke that passed.
“Can I go under your shirt?” he whispered.
She was silent at first, debating whether or not she trusted him.
“Yes...” she said finally, “but just my back.”
“Just your back,” Cameron repeated, “got it.”
He felt her stiffen when his hand slipped under her shirt, but she relaxed when he stroked her bare spine, hearing cute little whimpers escape her mouth as she tried to stay awake.
He trailed his fingers up to her shoulder blades, his other hand holding her head to his chest as he traced his fingers along the scars on her back.
He heard her breath catch, and he smiled. “You like that?”
She was silent for a moment. “Can you not try to make everything sound dirty?”
“What’s the fun in that?”
Winter just snuggled closer.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment, feeling his gentle touch run along the rugged bumps on her back.
Winter loved the soothing chills that passed through her every time his fingers slid along the marks. “Is this how it feels for you...?”
Cameron chuckled. “Yes.”
They were silent for a moment, Cameron feeling something inside him warm as she eased in his grip.
“I want you to close your eyes and fall asleep, alright?” he whispered.
Winter stared at him for a moment, studying his dark gaze.
She was too tired to fight back anyway.
“Okay,” she responded.
And she snuggled up closer, letting her lashes fall as Cameron’s caresses forced the world to vanish into her dreams.
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