When we got to his house, I unlocked the front door to let us both in. Cameron was stumbling around the house in circles like a madman. He was opening drawers and the cupboards in his kitchen like he was looking for something. He only stopped what he was doing when he saw me leaning against the wall watching him.

"What's that pissy look for?" Cameron slurred and walked towards me.

"I think you need to go lay down before you hurt yourself or say something else to me you'll regret in the morning." I frowned at him.

"You're not the boss of me." He shook his head at me.

He was awful tonight. I had never seen him this confrontational before. It was like he purposefully wanted to keep fighting with me.

"Go to bed, Cameron," I instructed. "I will sleep in the guest room tonight and then I'll be gone when the sun comes back up."

"Nope. You can't sleep in there." He smirked.

"Why the hell not? I used to sleep in there all the time."

"Because there isn't a bed in there anymore. It's my office now. You have to sleep in my bed with me." His grin deepened, which caused that stupidly cute little dimple to come out.

"Not happening, Nash," I grumbled. I placed my hands on his back and started to push him towards the living room.

"Take off your shirt and show me your boobs." He demanded as he tried to turn around to face me.

"What? No, I'm not doing that." I shook my head and kept walking him into the living room. He was something else tonight.

"They look really nice. You should let them out to say hello. It's been so long since they have visited me." He tried to turn around again to squeeze one and I shoved him harder to keep his wandering hands away from me.

I forced Cameron to take his shoes off and sat him down on the couch in time out. I ran through my options in my head. I was stuck here unless I took his truck, walked home, or called for a ride. Part of me felt obligated to be here for him and the other wanted to run away as fast as I could go. This was the exact situation I didn't want to be in right now. Confused and fighting with my flip-flopping brain.

I was strong enough to see this through for one night. I could do this.

"Cameron, I have had a long day and I am tired. I am going to go sleep in your room since I can't go home right now because of you. You will take the couch tonight."

He began to open his mouth like he was going to try to argue with me about the sleeping arrangements.

"That part is not up for discussion, Cameron. You are sleeping on the couch. Also, you will not leave this house. I am taking your keys with me so you can't drive. Do you understand me?" I held up the keyring and shook it at him.

"Yes, ma'am. I will not leave the house." He said like a good little schoolboy. He was smiling like a drunken idiot at me. His unbalanced mood was hard to take right now.

I felt like a hypocrite. He had put up with me teetering like this for years and I could barely take an hour of him in this state. There was something so unnatural about watching him struggle like this.

I stormed back to his room and slammed the door. I almost forgot to lock it behind me. The last thing I would need is Cameron to stumble in and think he could climb in the bed with me. Holding myself together would be an impossibility if he tried to touch me again and I couldn't take the risk.

My eyes scanned the dark room; it looked almost exactly the same. The only real difference was the darker sheets and curtains. It had a very masculine feel compared to the lighter colors he used to have. His warm woodsy, soapy scent was everywhere. Staying in this room was going to be a lot harder than I thought. I should have taken the couch instead. There were too many memories in this room. They filled every corner, making it feel way too small.

I went inside the bathroom to wash my face for the night and paused when I saw my favorite part of his house, the bathtub. My parent's house did not have a bathtub like this. I was salivating as it called my name, wanting me to get in it. I looked back towards the door. It was locked still. What was the harm of taking one little bath tonight? I deserved this for putting up with his shit.

I turned on the water and felt it to get the temperature just right. Once it was perfect, I stood still for a few minutes, watching the steam rise as it hit the cold ceramic. The little puffs were dancing hypnotically, lulling me into a relaxed calmness. This was going to be the most amazing bath ever.

I checked the bathroom closet, hoping I could find some bubble bath. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw a brand new, unopened bottle. I was a little confused; either someone else was using the same kind I did or Cameron was still stocking Jessa supplies for some strange reason. I secretly hoped there was not any other girl in the world who had used his bathtub.

I poured the bubble bath into the tub and the scent rose up as the bubbles began to form on the surface. I squealed with delight when they spread across the top of the water. I was ready to let go for the night.

I slowly began to disrobe and realized I didn't have anything to pull my hair up with. I looked around the bathroom and saw my basket filled with brand new packs of my favorite type of scrunchies. I broke the plastic zip tie holding them on the cardboard and began tying my hair up on top of my head.

Images of the smiling brunette he was with earlier tonight invaded my emotionally exhausted brain. I cringed when I thought about the other girls he probably bought these for. I knew I had to get over it. We both made our decisions and had to deal with the consequences. I had told him to move on and he did exactly that. I knew it was irrational to hold it against him, but I couldn't find a way to let it go.

I turned on some soft music on my phone for background noise before climbing in the blazing water to sear my skin. I closed my eyes, relaxing with the familiarity I felt here. I really did love this bathtub. I had half a mind to ask Cameron if I could buy it off him and ship it back to LA with me. The lavender in the bubble bath had an instant calming effect on my stressed mind. I poured another generous amount into the water when I wasn't completely satisfied with the bubble coverage. I needed this after a long flight and the fight with Cameron.

I turned the water off and laid my head back against the edge. I moaned as the stress slipped from my tired muscles. My eyes began closing on their own and I let myself finally just breathe, which was something I hadn't done in a long time.

I was almost asleep when I felt the water shift. My eyes flew open and I almost messed myself in the bathtub from fear. I jumped back and grabbed at the scar on my neck to protect myself. It took me a few seconds to register where I was. Even then, when I did, the situation wasn't much better.

Drunk Cameron found his way into the bathroom through a locked door and was sliding his perfectly sculpted naked ass in the steaming water with me.

"What did I say, Cameron?" I scolded the inebriated little boy.

"You said don't leave the house. You never mentioned staying out of the bathroom." He smiled, trying to look down into the water. I was thankful for the extra bubbles I dumped in at the last second.

"How did you get in here? I have your keys." I asked.

"I picked the lock." He smiled, clearly very pleased with himself.

Of course he could pick a lock while trashed. Cameron was like a super spy. I had learned a while ago to never underestimate the abilities of the one and only Cameron Nash.

"Why are you in here?" I asked, shivering from his closeness. He slid his legs in underneath mine so the bottom of my thighs were laying on top of his. I was very aware of how easy it would be for him to brush up against me.

"Who's Sven?" He asked.

"What?" That came out of nowhere. I didn't expect that one.

"Who is Sven?" He slurred slow and way too loud.

"Stells' brother, we live together."

"You're living with him? How long have you been seeing him?" He asked, swirling the water around, trying to avoid my eyes. There was a deep hurt hiding underneath them.

"We are living together, but we are not together, together." I was even more confused with this conversation at this point. Why did it matter to him who Sven was?

"Don't lie to me. It was all over the tabloids. He can't keep his hands off you." His tone was clipped and hard.

"Cameron, he doesn't like me like that."

"Why the hell not? If you lived with me, I wouldn't be able to stop touching you. I would take you as many times as I could every single day. You wouldn't be able to even move when I was done with you." Cameron's gray eyes looked at me with a burning intensity. My body trembled just from his gaze.

"Well, for starters. There would have to be consent somewhere in that statement. Second of all, you're more his type." I said softly.

"What?" Cam looked confused.

"Last time I checked, I haven't grown a penis yet." I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Oh, um...so you aren't sleeping with him?"

"Cameron, I am not seeing anyone right now and I haven't even been with anyone since you. You can't believe everything you read on social media. They make that stuff up to sell boring photos. If there is no scandalous story to go with them, there would be no money for these people. It's shameful, but it is the nature of the business. People fight to survive in that world and sometimes they have to go low to do it."

"Now I feel kind of stupid." His cheeks flushed.

"You really are." I frowned back at him.

Cameron's eyes were staring too intensely at me. I didn't fail to notice when he looked down towards the scar on my neck. My hands instinctively flew up to cover it in shame. I usually tried to hide the ugly thing and hardly ever let anyone see it.

"You don't need to cover it up, you know. You shouldn't be ashamed of it." Cameron said softly.

"I'm not hiding it," I argued back.

"You are, but you shouldn't be. It's beautiful, Jess. It's a part of who you are."

I fought the urge to keep my hand over it. I didn't want him to think he was right even though deep down, I knew I hated that it was on my body. It reminded me of the pain I endured. It reminded me of the torture I went through, the misguided trust I had, and the happiness I used to have in the arms of the man sitting in front of me. That scar was the physical representation of my pain and it would never go away.

"See, not hiding it." I pulled my hand away to prove my point. "Now that we have that all straightened out, can you please get out of here so I can get my bath in peace?"

"Nope. A relaxing bath sounded kind of nice." He smiled fiendishly.

"You don't even like baths." I frowned. He was being difficult just because he could.

"I do too." He found my hand, moved it off the edge of the tub and down under the water. He guided it right to his large, extremely hard friend. He pried my fist open and helped me wrap my fingers around it. He wanted me to feel how much he was enjoying himself right now.

"Cameron. Stop." I shook my head in disapproval.

"See, I love taking a bath." His tongue darted out to wet his lips.

"Yeah. I can tell." I swallowed, looking down under the water.