When we got inside the warm house, Cam walked me straight back to his bedroom and sat me down on his bed.

           He began digging in his drawers, looking for some clothes to let me borrow for the night.

          "Don't you need to get back to work?" I asked, watching him fumble through the drawers. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of sweatpants and placed them on top of the dresser for me.

          "No, I'll call my boss and make something up. You're not in any condition to be left alone right now. I've got sick time and we were slow tonight anyway."

            He kicked off his shoes and began pulling off his belt and other gear. He grabbed his gun from the holster and went to his closet to lock it in his gun safe. Cameron was really responsible with his gun. He always kept it locked away when it wasn't on his body. He started removing his uniform shirt to reveal a plain white t-shirt underneath. His perfectly defined muscles were visible underneath the bulky uniform. How was this man still single after all these years? Cameron was a catch. I felt a slight twinge of jealousy, thinking how lucky he was going to make some beautiful girl one day. He was marriage material.

           "Like what you see?" He caught me staring at him and chuckled.

           "Yes... my god." I covered my mouth and turned violet with embarrassment.

           "You can just call me Cam." He laughed.

           "Ego much?" I said, rolling my eyes at him.

           "When you are as sexy as I am, it's hard to maintain humility." He smoldered back at me with his too-long eyelashes. I felt moisture growing between my legs. He was not wrong. Every inch of Cam exuded sexiness, from the tips of his golden blonde hair to the way he was kind of goofy in the most adorable way.

           If he kept this up tonight, I would have a hard time keeping my composure around him. I was already feeling the overwhelming sensation building inside me. The compulsion was coming back like a tidal wave. If it got much worse, there would be nothing I could do to stop it.

           "What do you want to do?" Cam asked, pacing around the room a little too much.

            "I'm not sure." I said, fidgeting uncomfortably from the heat building between my legs.

            "Want to take a bath?"

             My eyes lit up at him excitedly and I squealed. Cam had a giant soaking tub in his master bath with jets. It could fit like four people in it and maybe a pool float. It was the most amazing bathtub that ever existed.

           "Guess that's a yes. I'll go get it started for you."

            Cam walked into his bathroom and turned on the water. I smelled the sweet scent of lavender overtake the room and I peeked my head around the corner. The only real problem with Cam's bathroom was there was no door. If you were in the bedroom, you could see everything. I guess whoever previously owned the house decided there was no reason for privacy in a master bedroom. It made sense; the house was meant to be occupied by a couple. The person who built it never realized it would be used by an eligible bachelor and his certifiable girl best friend.

             Cam was placing a bottle of bubble bath back in the closet when I walked in. I laughed when I realized he had bought my favorite kind, which meant he bought it for me. Cam never had a girlfriend and I know he didn't like to take baths. I was the only one who ever used his bathtub. When he got to the house, it was the first thing he showed me. He told me I could use it whenever I wanted to. He said he only decided on this place because it was Jessa friendly.

            "It's almost ready, Jess." He said, swirling the water around with his fingers to even out the temperature for me. I could see the steam billowing off the top. Cam knew just how I liked my bath. I loved to sear my skin in the water until it was dark pink. It was heavenly.

             I dropped the blanket we stole from Nathan's on the floor where it belonged. Cam's furniture or dresser was too good of a place for it to rest. It was not even good enough to be on the floor Cam walked on, but it was the best option I had.

            Cam climbed up from his knees and went to go lean against the vanity. He reached back behind him in a basket and threw me a scrunchie for my hair. I smiled, knowing he had a basket of Jessa supplies ready in case I needed them. I bit my lip when he watched me pull up my wild hair from my neck.

            "You always know just what I need." I laughed, wrapping the scrunchie around one more time and then pulled my hair through tighter.

            "It's a blessing and a curse, darling." Cam smiled back at me.

              I pulled the mesh shirt up over my head without even thinking. It wasn't like it left much to the imagination anyway. Cam raked his eyes over my bare skin and made no move to leave the room.

              "Are you going to watch me take a bath? You know I don't mind if you want to." A small flush crept over my cheeks. It wasn't from embarrassment. I was comfortable with my body. It had more to do with the fact that I was starving for his attention. I wanted him to watch me. I needed to be touched.

             "Probably not the best idea." He said, chuckling.

             "You could come in with me. It's big enough for both of us." I suggested.

             "Tempting as it sounds, Jess, I think I'm going to pass." He shook his head at me. He was trying to hide his smile.

              "Do you want me to take my bra off for you before you go?" I was feeling wicked. I had the urge to be naughty. This was going to be a long night if he didn't give in to me.

               "What is with you always trying to get me to look at your boobs?"

               "They are really nice. I think you would like them." I ran my finger over the fabric above my nipple as I looked down at my breasts. I raised my eyes to his and bit my lip as I pulled at the hard pebble underneath.

                "They are pretty amazing, which is the exact reason I'm not going to watch you take a bath or take one with you." Cameron cleared his throat and looked away from me. He patted the counter and walked out towards the dresser in his room.

                 "Damnit." I swore under my breath. This boy was going to kill me.

                 I unclasped my bra and stuck my thumbs in my panties. I knew Cameron was still in the room because I never heard the door to the bedroom shut. I caught a glimpse of him peeking around the corner, trying to catch my reflection in the mirror. I smiled when I saw him crane his neck further to get a better look. Perfect, sweet little Cameron was trying to ogle my naughty bits and I fucking loved him for it.

             I slowly slid my panties off my hips as he stood there staring. Cam had no idea that I knew he was watching me. His eyes were glued on me. I saw him reach down and adjust himself.

             I turned to face the mirror and ran my hands over my breasts and down my body. I turned my head and studied my beautiful, soft curves. My body was yearning to be filled. I touched myself in front of the mirror for a few seconds so he could see what he was missing. I licked my lips every time the bolt of electricity shot up and down my body. Let's see if he could stay away after watching this.

             When I looked back towards him about to beg him to come play, he had moved out of my sight and I heard the bedroom door shut behind him.

             Well, shit. That didn't turn out so well.

             I took one look back at my reflection; it was flawless. What was wrong with me, then? Why wouldn't he just fuck me and get it over with? He knows I want it; I always do.

            He was so damn infuriating.

            I left the mirror and went to go climb into the water. I moaned the second the sweet heat stung my skin. I laid back and closed my eyes, resting my head against the bath pillow. The Benzos were in full effect and all the tension from what happened with Nathan earlier left my mind. Cam flooded my every thought. Visions of him watching me replaced the one's I wanted to forget.

             I closed my eyes, ready to relax into the heat. I felt good for the first time today as I thought about his piercing gray eyes and how much I adored my best friend. There was not another person in the world like him.

             He was my person and I was his.