Something was wrong, Cameron decided as he dried himself.

He didn't know what exactly was wrong. Sharon was quiet as she usually was after work. She said the same thing about being tired when he commented on it. He could understand that. He even felt a bit guilty since he was the reason she was staying back.

Knowing her, he knew she would stay till the end of time if that was how long it'd take to get to the bottom of this. So he had not been happy to receive the call from her. He had even been on the verge of dragging her out but she managed to convince him about the merits. He hadn't even known why he agreed but hearing the delight in her voice made him back off. As a result, he had spent the next three hours in his car or walking around the block, waiting for her.

He let out a breath as he got out of the bathroom. He was surprised he'd waited that long. In hindsight, it astonished him. He hadn't even entertained the thought of going back to the apartment. It was as if Sharon had consumed his mind. He hadn't even minded the first hour passing. The second hour made him wonder about what she was doing. It had been during the last hour that he had finally had enough. He had nearly gone to the office to grab her but something made him give her a call. Luckily, she was done with whatever she wanted to do. Although she had been noticeably withdrawn and quiet.

Now that he had time to think about it, he had to wonder about her quiet. She was usually quite chatty during the drive back. Not talkative in the normal convention but she would introduce a random topic and they'd discuss about it while stuck in traffic. Even though he might be unfamiliar with some of the topics, their discussions would be lively and a welcome distraction from the honking and glares of other drivers. He had a feeling that this was one way she would unwind and he found he liked it.

Tonight, it felt like she was mulling over something. She hadn't spoken a peep during the drive back and he felt, strangely, rejected. As if he had done something wrong. He tried to draw her out, asking her about what she had found. When that didn't work, he tried to talk about a news article he had come across earlier that day. In the end, she had told him she was tired and closed her eyes for the rest of the ride back. He knew she hadn't been asleep since she kept fidgeting, playing with the straps of her bag and shifting in her seat.

He tried to talk to her after the ride but she had gone to her room the moment they'd stepped into the penthouse. The slam of her door was a clear "DO NOT DISTURB" sign and, as much as he wanted to barge in, he had respected it. He had to admit that this was the most effort he had exerted getting a woman to talk and he was frustrated that she wouldn't.

Walking out of his room in his sweatpants, he had to wonder whether she would ever talk to him. He was feeling quite dejected. She was the first and only person he had talked to about Logan. It stung that she wouldn't confide in him. Eyeing her closed door briefly, he let out a sigh and continued on his way to the kitchen.

As much as his stomach was protesting its emptiness, he found his appetite was leaving him. Even the thought of dinner, Texan chili, his favourite dish, didn't excite him. He didn't want to think about why but he knew it had something to do with Sharon.

They always had dinner together. He knew it was odd for roommates to have such a set pattern, Sharon and him had, somewhat, settled on a daily routine. And he didn't mind it. In fact, he enjoyed their times together. She was a fun person, her reserve gone when with him. She would blurt out the weirdest, most random things, sometimes embarrassing. He found himself laughing often with her.

And she was honest. A rare commodity in the world today. She confided in him things he was sure even Amelia was aware about. Like her childhood. Her strained relationship with her mother. Her job. So he was puzzled as to why she was so close-mouthed about whatever it was that was bothering her.

Running his hand over his face and head, he strived to get her out of his head. His plan for the rest of the night was dinner and then bed. No more thinking about Sharon. Nodding to himself firmly, he entered the kitchen and grabbed a bowl.

"Why are you not wearing a shirt?"

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Sharon stifled a laugh when Cameron tried to turn his jump of surprise into a casual lean on the counter, arms folded over his chiselled chest. She felt her eyes begin to feast on his bulging muscles, gently travelling from his pecs to his arms and abs. Forcing them into submission, she looked up into his eyes and was surprised to find him frowning. Usually, he was amused at her unintended ogling. Following the direction of his gaze, she saw that it landed on her bowl of ice cream.

Suddenly, it disappeared.

"Hey, give it back,"she demanded, getting off the stool. She rushed to him when she saw that he was headed to the sink. "Cameron, no. That's mine. Don't do that- Cameron!" She watched in horror as he poured her beloved down the sink. "Noooooo!!!"

"Sharon, you know we have an agreement. No ice cream until after dinner. You know that,"he snapped, turning to her. She wasn't looking at him. She was grieving over her defenseless darling, watching it travel down the drain. She got out of her stupor when Cameron grabbed her upper arms. "Sharon!"

"That was the last one,"she mumbled to herself despondently.

"Are you even listening to me?" The slight shaking renewed her anger and she got out of his hold.

"I won't listen to an ice cream murderer,"she hissed, turning away from him and folding her arms. Her mouth turning down, she held back the urge to cry.

"Woah. A murderer? That's harsh."

"Well, that's what you are,"she cried, hating the wetness in her voice. She tried to resist him when he turned her but he was too strong. "What?"

"Why are you crying? I'll get you another one,"he cajoled gently. She hated to admit it, even to herself, but she became calmer. She even had the urge to smile.

She liked seeing this side of him. He was so sweet, despite his size, and always willing to go for late night drives. She didn't know whether this was just because they were newly acquainted so tried to set some distance between them. She always failed. And the underhandedness with Matt was splitting her mind in two.

She was both mad that he had undermined her. But she was also flattered that he was thinking about her. Even though her more skeptical side tried to point out that he was delaying for himself, her more starry-eyed side was stubborn in her conviction. She had wrestled with both sides the whole ride home and was no closer to deciding which side was true. Even the ice cream wasn't helping. Finally, she decided to speak to him about it.

"Forget about it. I can grab it tomorrow,"she said on a sigh. Looking at him and his frown, she told him about her talk with Matt. Watching him closely, she didn't see a shred of guilt. Just consternation that Matt had told her about it. "So I was wondering whether you were using me to delay going to the the therapist. Since you were so against it in the first place-"

"I won't ever do that to you,"he said fiercely. She was caught by surprise at his forcefulness. Looking up at him in surprise, her eyes were caught, and held, by his stormy gray eyes. They seemed to be coercing her to believe him. "Look, I know that was a shit move from my end but I was just looking out for you. You told me how much work there was that when he asked me about it, the words just escaped me. I'll talk to Matt about it-"

"No!"she cried out, her hands coming up to his chest and pushing him slightly. He looked down at her, startled. Patting him awkwardly, she repeated in a more controlled voice. "No. Let me talk to him about it. It's my job, you know."

"What is this about?" His narrowed eyes made her look away. "Why are you being so weird about it? I know it's your job-"

"Exactly. It's my job. He hired me because of this so I have to show him that I can do this."

"Did he threaten you?" From the dangerous undertone in his voice, she knew he was about to blow this out of proportion. Scrambling for the right words, she tried to explain.

"It's not that. All my life, my capabilities are my strongest assets. So, I'll admit, that it hurt when it's being questioned. I feel like that I have to show him that I can do this. That means that I have to do this." From his furrowed brows, she knew he didn't understand.

"Why would you feel like that?"he asked curiously.

"It's just how I feel, alright,"she snapped. Then she realised how close they were. She was almost in his arms. It will only take one step and she could pull his arms around her. Surprised by where her thoughts were going, she took a step back. She missed his hands on her when he let her go. "Now, that that's done, dinner?" Laughing at the grumble of his stomach. "Alright, Mr Loud. I'll set everything up."

"Let me go for an ice cream run,"he said as he started to head back to his room.

"What? Cameron, there's no need. I can survive one night without it-"

"I'm going, Sharon. I can't stand being labelled a murderer." She flushed at his wink and frowned when she heard his laugh.

Oh, why did he have to be so sweet?she thought as her heart melted against her firm instructions.

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