After group, I had gone straight back to Cameron's house only to find that he was still gone.  I let myself in with the spare key he gave me this morning. I sat and flipped through some channels on his TV, cleaned the kitchen, and even did a load of laundry that was overflowing from his hamper.  I couldn't sit still, knowing he would be coming home to me soon and we could pick up where we left off.

While I was finishing putting his clean clothes away, I had to fight the urge to turn into my mother when I saw that the damn boy never matched his socks.  He had a whole drawer devoted to socks without mates.  Cameron was a heathen. I took back everything nice I ever said about him.  No wonder he was still single after all these years.  It would take a lifetime to get him straightened out if he could live like this.

I snickered to myself. I guess if I couldn't find a real job anytime soon, then it would leave me some extra time to take him through obedience school.  My head developed a whole new set of dirty Cameron Nash fantasies at that thought.  I would love to see him down on his knees in front of me begging for a treat. 

Who was I kidding? I was the disobedient one who would be humping his leg right now if he was in the room. 

I walked away from the drawer, determined not to do anything about the disarray. Cameron made the mess; he should clean it up. There was not a chance in hell I was going to fix it for him.  I would let someone brand my left ass cheek before I did extra work because he was too lazy to do it. Just because he had balls between his legs didn't mean that he didn't have to learn to be civilized like the rest of us.

Fifteen minutes later, I was sitting on his bed singing loudly to the music on my phone as I sorted through his socks. I rolled them into little balls and separated them by style and color.  It wasn't his fault he was so helpless.  I was doing this for me just as much as I was for him.  I couldn't sleep under his roof knowing that he treated his clothes this way.

After I finished the whole drawer and put it back, I looked down at my phone.  Spending the last hour matching socks reminded me that I hadn't talked to my mom since last night.  I knew she and my dad were still extremely angry with me, but I still missed her. 

Picking the phone up in my hand, I started to text her how my day went. 

Me: Hey Mom.  I just wanted to let you know Cameron and I talked last night and made up. 

I sent the message and waited for her to respond.

Mom: That's great news.  I knew you two would.  How are you feeling today? Are you ok?

I chewed my lip as I looked down at her questions.  They were torturing me.  I wanted to tell her about the noises I heard last night, the phone incident this morning, and about what Gabby told me in group, but I was scared. I decided to start typing her a reply. A responsible person would go ahead and let her know there were concerns.  It was a part of my treatment to recognize the symptoms and react when my body started to feel differently.  I wasn't doing this for her. I was doing it for myself so that I could stay on track. I was doing it so I didn't become the girl that ruined her own life again.

Me: I don't want to worry you, but there might be a chance that I need to see Dr. Schroeder again.  I am hearing things and I think I am losing time.

I paused and looked down at the message.  I couldn't do it.  I couldn't send her this. Sending this message would be a death sentence for me. She would rally the troops and come with a mob to break down the door to whisk me away. I admired her and loved her, but I wasn't a fan of her approach to my condition.  I could handle this on my own.

I hit the backspace button, deleted the whole thing, and began typing again.

Me: I'm great. I miss you a lot, though.  Love you Momma.

I saw the little bubbles pop up on my screen again.

Mom: I love you too, baby girl. Call me if you want to talk.

I heard Cameron pull up on his motorcycle right after I finished reading the text. I ran out of the house excitedly to greet him.

I launched myself into his arms as he finished taking off his helmet.  I almost knocked him and the bike over as I crashed my lips against his.  My body had been craving him all day. Feeling insane again had me itching to feel something else instead. I needed Cameron to pull me back down into reality.

"It's nice to see you too, darling." He groaned as I squeezed him too tightly.

I hiked my leg up over the motorcycle and sat in front of him.  I pressed my butt into him shamelessly and grabbed the handlebars. I shivered, reliving the memory of me riding that damned arcade game with him grinding into me from behind.  Maybe we could relive that moment right here and right now. 

I had never wanted anyone or anything as much as I wanted Cameron Nash.

"When are you going to take me out on this thing?" I asked eagerly.  I made vrooming noises with my mouth and then squealed like tires trying to grip the pavement.

Cam was laughing as he moved my hair to one side of my neck and started dotting the other side with sweet little love bites. 

"Mmm... you are so delicious." He moaned as he reached around to squeeze one of my breasts.

"You're avoiding the question." I sang out.

"We need to get you a helmet first and you need a few riding lessons before we hit the actual road. There are quite a few things you need to learn about shifting your body weight. I can't have you flying off the thing every time we turn right." He chuckled. 

"Cami, you know I don't need lessons. I'm really good at riding things." I pushed my hips back into him and began grinding into him.

"That you are, darling."  He moaned, grabbing my hips. He was pushing into my back like he was going to bore a hole through me.  I was dripping, wanting him to bend me over and take me right there.

He smacked my ass and pushed me up from him.  He knew where this was headed if we didn't move soon.  Cameron climbed off his motorcycle and wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me in. He shoved his tongue forcefully back into my mouth and I almost fell over from the excitement coursing through my veins. 

I was fucking drunk off this golden-haired boy.

"How about we get in my truck and I take you shopping? We can grab dinner after and bring it back here." He suggested as his lips made their way to my neck.

"Can't we just stay here?" I moaned breathlessly.

"I want to get you a present." He had a big devious grin on his face.  Cameron Nash was up to something.

"What do you want to buy me?" I asked.  I wasn't shy. He could buy me anything he wanted as long as I got to spend the night with him again.  It was a win-win situation for me, I got presents and he would give me the most earthshattering orgasm after.  He was spoiling me rotten.

"You'll see."  He winked and led me over to his truck.

I was a lucky girl.