Page 15 of The Moments You Miss
I’m fairly certain I feel my ovaries put on war paint, kick into overdrive, and signaling every alarm. He’s something they— and I— have always wanted to hear. So they’re screaming at me to keep this man forever and make little Camerons run all over the place. I truly can’t believe that this is something that is happening to me. How is it that this boy from my childhood is turning out to be literally the most perfect man?
“It really means a lot to me.” I shove him playfully moments after the words leave my lips, as if I can’t let the moment sit insincerity too long or else he will catch a glimpse of something I’m afraid to show. He catches my hand and plants a soft kiss on the palm.
We fall back into a peaceful silence as the movie plays on, his hand still interlocking with mine while his thumb absentmindedly draws circles on the back of my hand. I can’t stop staring at him, and honestly, I’m not really sure that I want to. I always make fun of the characters in my smutty romance novels for falling for the main guy so easily. Yet, here I am on a first date, and I’m already absolutely head over heels for this man.
The movie comes to an end, and I catch myself wanting to whine and complain that it’s over. Cameron smiles blithely and looks at me with contentment. I get out of the car and fold up the blanket and hand it to Cam who walks around his car to grab it from me.
“I got it, thanks,” Cam says softly with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He opens the door for me again before walking around to the back of his car, placing the items in the trunk, closing it, then returning to the driver’s seat. I get this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, shaking my head, realizing that I’m just being dramatic.
I jump slightly, not expecting his door to close while lost in my own thoughts. We drive back to my place in each other’s quiet company. I’m not upset about it either. Tonight has beenperfect. Tonight was something I never thought my broken soul could ever have.
A tension begins to permeate the car.
I glance over at Cameron, his shoulders seem tighter than before, his brow furrows. I want to ask what’s wrong. I want to takehis hand again and hold it like we did at the movies. His face looks like he’s battling some inner-demon, and I don’t even know what I can do to help him, or fix this.
Chapter 11
Falling
Leyla/Cameron
Leyla
Pulling up to my house and parking in front, there’s a charged air in the car that I can’t quite place nor do I know what caused it. I feel almost dizzy from the whiplash it gives me; going from tense to charged in what seems to be the blink of an eye. There’s definitely something going on with him that he’s not saying. I try to turn away so it doesn’t seem like I’m staring at him again, but our eyes catch, his eyes darken, and a smirk grows on his face.
“See something you like?” Cam teases me. I bite my lower lip and chuckle. Cam runs his hands through his hair, then squeezes the back of his neck still fighting some internal battle that he’s trying to push aside. The tone of his voice isn’t the same lighthearted one it was just an hour ago.
I make the executive decision to change the entire outcome right now by letting him know that I really do want him with me right now. Feeding his ego just a bit, hoping that it’ll convince him to come inside with me.
“Just this pretty nice guy, kinda tall, dorky smile…” I tease him right back, though my voice betrays the nerves that I am definitely still feeling. The date was perfect, and I smile back at him but I still can’t shake this nagging feeling. He’s honestly too good to be true. Should that be some sort of warning?
“Oh yea? Tell me more, Cherry, because what you think I do to you…” there’s a pause as his gaze rakes over me, “doesn’t even begin to reach the surface of how much you do to me.” His voice is practically shaking with forced restraint as his face moves closer to mine.
“I’m pretty sure I do, but why don’t you tell me anywa-” My words are cut off by the swiftness of his lips crashing into mine. It’s hard, fast, and not at all the gentleness that his eyes had shown earlier, but it’s fierce, powerful, and tortured.
“Fuck,Cherry,” he groans as he kisses me harder, moving his kisses down my chin to the side of my neck. My breath quickens as he does, I tilt my head giving him access and his tongue circles my pulse point and he gently bites. A breathy moan escapes my lips, my own hand gently rakes along his thigh. The air in the car changes, it’s charged but not like before. It’s hot and full of need.
His breath hitching as I lean into his kisses, pressing on his jeans. His cock already straining against his jeans, begging for release.
“Leyla—” his voice is breathy, a rasp to it that betrays all pretense of the respectful man he was earlier.
I want a redo. Ineeda redo— to make up for the nightmare that was the other day; but most of all, I need a release.
I pull away, backing myself into my seat once again and I turn to him. I bite my lower lip, seeing the passion flaring in his eyes.
“Cameron–please—” My hands fidget with his pants, as his head falls away from me, his tortured eyes burning into my soul. He nods and I take a breath. “Here, or there.“ I jut my thumb toward the front door of my apartment building, and he grins, knowing that the second option is definitely the better of the two.
“You’ve already consumed every waking thought and I need to make this a fucking reality.” He takes a deep breath, failing to compose himself.
“Yours.Now.”
He fumbles to unlock his door, and quickly makes his way to my side opening the door for me, then we’re off.
I’m giggling like a mad woman as he leads me into the lobby of my apartment, we run up the flight of stairs, stealing desperate kisses as we go. I’m prepared this time, I unlock my door and take the lead and pull him into my room, I don’t want him to think that there’s any other outcome for right now.
“Cherry,” Cameron pants as he stares at me, my grin widens. “I need to know what you want right now Ley, cause the things I want to do to you aren’t kind, sweet or gentle.” I let out a soft gasp as I hear his words, sending a shiver down my spine. But that clearly won’t do.
I lock eyes with him and smirk. “I promise you, I don’t need that. I don’twantthat. Right now? I just want you.”
