After a six-day hospital stay and another two weeks of pure torture as my body was readjusting to my meds, I was starting to feel a little more like myself. My moods were beginning to level off and I stopped snapping at everyone who came in my room just to see how I was doing.

I was on the mend, but it didn't quiet the paranoia in my head knowing someone was still out there trying to hurt me. That portion wasn't going to go away until I was sure I was safe again.

The search for the hospital video to find out what happened that night was fruitless. It turned out that the camera that monitored the hall had a very low resolution and a large crack on the lens. They found the blurry footage of the nurse who came into my room, but the person never turned to face the camera and it was too fuzzy to get any details.

The only thing we saw was the person running down the hall when a few of the cleaning staff started walking in their direction. When the cleaning staff was interviewed, they couldn't even recall seeing anyone.

My stalker was a mysterious ghost. At least this time I had proof that someone else was involved. They couldn't accuse me of giving myself morphine if I was shackled to a bed. My story had started sounding more credible.

I caught my parents whispering in the halls at all hours of the day. Every time I would walk up and ask them what they were talking about, they started bringing up stupid topics like the weather or current events. I knew they were talking about me and discussing my treatment options. I felt like I should be involved in those conversations since it had been clearly established that this wasn't all my fault this time. I would start to bring it up and they would shoo me back to my room. I was starting to feel a little like a prisoner in my own bedroom.

After the first two weeks were up, my parents both had to return to work and couldn't babysit me twenty-four hours a day any longer. It didn't really matter anyway; Cameron had basically moved into my bedroom to help take care of me while I was recovering.

It was a little awkward when my parents would walk in and he was lying on the bed holding me, but we were fully clothed and Cameron wasn't doing anything inappropriate. He was very respectful of my parent's house.

A little too respectful.

I, on the other hand, was trying to rip his damn pants off every chance I got him alone. I missed him and wanted everything to get back to normal for us. I was not sure what our normal really was, but I was ready to find out.

Unfortunately, Cam had other ideas and turned me down every time I tried get him going. It was really starting to hurt my feelings.

I was lying on my bed playing a game on my phone when it felt like someone was watching me. When I looked up at the door, Cameron was standing there holding up a bag of chips and some salsa.

"Hungry?" He smiled at me.

I loved that damn boy.

"Starving." I bit my lip and my eyes went over all the places they shouldn't. His broad shoulders took up the whole door frame. His shirt was stretched a little too tightly over his hard stomach. It outlined every damn inch of his body. Little Cam wasn't trying to hide either; I could see him trying to greet me through the thin cotton shorts.

Fuck me.

Cam was scorching tonight. I was a puddled mess just from looking at him.

I wanted Cameron to walk over, pick me up, and pound into me until my ass print was permanently indented into the wall.

He closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed to hand me the bag of chips and salsa. He plopped down next to me on the bed. I tried to open the jar, but I couldn't get it to budge. He laughed at me and took it out of my hands and popped it open easily.

"Show off," I muttered under my breath.

"Muscles, baby. I have huge, bulging, sexy muscles. Those puny little jars don't stand a chance against these things." He laughed and flexed for me.

"I don't know, Cami, you're getting kind of soft. I can barely see them under your shirt anymore." I snickered as I opened the bag of chips.

"Nonsense. Look at these things." He flexed again.

"Nope, still don't see them." I lied.

He raised his shirt over his head and took it off to prove me wrong. It had been such a long time since I had seen him shirtless. He was usually more careful around me right now than this. Maybe Cameron was missing me a little bit too.

I shoved a chip in my mouth and started chewing.

"Real impressive, Cami. I bet Jax could kick your ass now. You're looking a little puffy." I busted out laughing.

He looked down darkly at me. I was hilarious and he knew it.

"Those are fighting words, darling."

Cameron pulled the bag of chips and salsa out of my hands before flipping me to my back on the bed. He climbed over top of me and grabbed my hands to pin them.

"Who's puffy now?" He said, looking down at me.

"Still you. Check your pants." He looked down where my eyes were. His bulge was clearly visible through the shorts from this angle.

"Shit." He said, climbing back off of me. He looked like he was upset about something.

He walked over to his shirt on the floor and pulled it back on over his head. He began pacing around the room as I looked up at him and raised my eyebrow.

What was his problem? He should know by now that his boner didn't bother me. In fact, I quite enjoyed seeing how much I turned him on.

"Cami, I can take care of that for you. It's not a big deal." I climbed to my knees on the bed and motioned for him to come over to me.

"Jess, not tonight. I don't feel great." He said, standing as far away from me as he could like he was going to catch something.

Did I smell or something? I took a shower earlier. I was proud of myself for taking the initiative to try to look a little better today.

"Oh, are you sure? It won't take long. I can make it quick. That has to be uncomfortable." I asked, looking down at his pants. He was grabbing himself and readjusting, trying to get it in a better spot.

"No darling, not tonight. Maybe another time."

He walked back over to the bed and sat down. I sat cross-legged next to him quietly. I was so confused. Why did he keep turning me down? Cameron loved having sex with me just as much as I did with him.

I turned to face him as he leaned in to kiss my shoulder. I bent down and caught his lips with mine. He tangled his fingers in my hair and pushed his tongue into my mouth. I moaned into him and turned my body to climb on top of him.

"Mmm...Cami...you feel so good." I moaned into his mouth as I started to rub myself against him.

He gently pushed me back and broke contact with my lips.

"Not tonight, Jess." He patted my butt and shifted me off of his lap. He stood up off the bed and crossed the room again.

"Did I do something wrong, Cam? Why won't you touch me?" My thoughts began to race.

Did he not want me anymore?

"No, I just had a rough day." He said, trying to soothe my fears.

"Ok. Well, you better go home then and get some rest. I think I am going to lay down for the night. I'm really tired." I sniffed and then laid back down on my pillow, turning my back to him.

"That's probably a good idea. Love you, Jess." He said as he flipped off the lights and walked out the door. He didn't even put up a fight to stay with me.

Cameron was acting strange. I felt it deep in my soul. Something was going on with him that he wasn't telling me. He could barely look me in the eye.

What was Cameron keeping from me?