Living With The Player

**CAMILLA RENÉE**

ST JOHN’S HOSPITAL.

WEDNESDAY.

He tugs at the hem of my shirt, I took the cue, lifting my weight off the floor and on the bed, my legs placed on each side of the bed, my centre finding its resting place right above his member.

I swear I heard a groan.

My face flushed bright red sensing his hands creep lower, down to the base of my ass, not only was I self-conscious, it’s not like Paula’s or the girls he’s been with, but I haven’t been touched. *Not like this.*

His hands were large enough to wrap around each cheek, I was expecting a squeeze or something.

He didn’t. They rested there without a movement. *Maybe they’re too small.*

Practically clueless, I struggled to maintain his pace, tilting my head so he could brush his tongue against my lip before shoving it back into my mouth.

My idle hands were shivering, I could get them in his hair or stroke his cheeks.

I’ve made out with Kyle, but this thing with Dylan.

It’s just. *Intense*

I recalled his head injury and resolved to place my hand on the bed inside.

“Cam…”

He murmured, pulling away with his teeth nibbling softly against my lower lip.

An involuntary gasp escaped through my lips, I pushed my head forward in an attempt to kiss him again, but he had already pulled back completely.

My eyes were still halfway shut, no doubt my cheeks red as a tomato.

Still in that position, I could sense his dick gaining blood and pressing against my core. Through our clothes of course but still very hot.

“Aren’t you going to open your eyes?”

He teased. His finger gently stroked my cheeks leaving a wave of heat along that particular line.

I shuddered underneath his touch, squishing slightly, unconsciously dry humping against him.

“Bad idea.”

His breath was at the side of my neck, he had moved further, his hands went around my waist as well, keeping me steady and halting those movements.

“D-Didn’t mean it…”

I stutter, gulping down harshly.

“Didn’t you?”

He taunts further, his mouth nearly latching to the base of my neck.

“Your eyes darling, open them.”

He demanded. They fluttered open on their own accord. I was staring closely at his back until he pulled away with a smug grin.

“You kissed me?” He asks sarcastically.

“No. You did. ”

I reply, my throat turning dry.

“Well, you leaned in.”

He argued leaving me stunned. It’s true. I did

“Uhm..”

I tilt my head at our position, moving slowly to disengage from his body.

I can feel his gaze on me as I return to the corner of his bed, ignoring the urge to try and find a dick print or something.

“I need water…”

I gasp slightly, turning around and leaving the room.

Yes. I’ve been known to act cowardly in difficult situations.

****

About half an hour later, the doctor came in and his parents arrives to sign his discharge papers.

*Yes I drank water for half an hour.*

Blake isn’t there and although Dylan straight up denied it, I can tell he’s hurt by an unsupportive brother. *That meant Blake was only going to come for me?*

I shrug the callous thought off my shoulder.

I keep a small distance as the nurses help him off the bed and into the car, it takes everything not to glare at them for staring.

****Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

EMERTON’S MANSION.

Dylan and I barely exchange gazes since his parents encourage him to get some rest.

I’m mostly avoiding him after the kiss.

I don’t want to embrace what it might mean for both of us.

Clinging to the rail of the stair, I hear footsteps coming from the dining.

Swerving around, I catch my parents walking towards me.

Shit.

I forgot about my other problem.

No champagne or juice.

“Camilla. Great. We were just coming to your room. We’re leaving early tomorrow morning. I think Dylan’s parents would take you to school since Dylan is feeling a little incapacitated.”

Dad begins, earning a quick nod from me.

My legs are getting weak again. He parts his lips to continue. What’s he going to say now?

“We also thought you should know that the insurance company called. The case isn’t that simple, we now have reason to believe that it might have been arson. They think it was planned, did you notice anything strange that night?”

Mother asked, her innocent brown eyes peering into mine as though I remained her innocent and sweet Daughter. Fuck.

Arson.

My parents would rather entertain the idea of someone else burning down their home than believe their daughter was merely careless.

The knot tightens and I cling harder to the rail.

“No, I didn’t. It happened quickly, I can barely remember what happened.”

I denied, averting my gaze from hers. My eyes would give me away.

“I think they’re just trying to get out of this. We’ll let them do what they want. Don’t worry about it.”

Dad added. I heaved a sigh.

Maybe I should just tell them. I’m digging a pit.

A random thought drizzled in. The insurance company accuse me of arson. That’s impossible, right?

I cringed my nose, plastering a fake smile across my features. My knuckles turned white from holding on to the rail.

“Alright. Goodnight Mom, Dad. I’ll turn in now.”

I greeted, chuckling dryly.

Without warning, I turned quickly and ran upstairs.

I’m screwed.

****

My thoughts were haunting me, I tossed and turned without resting mostly trying to figure out a solution.

Just then, my phone chimed, lighting up in my darkroom.

“You up?”

It’s Dylan.

I chuckled lightly pressing the phone to my chest nearly putting it down and ignoring him.

*Nearly.*

“Yes…”

I looked it up a few times before clicking send

“I’m outside.”

His reply came almost immediately. Wait for what?

“What do you mean outside?”

He read it in seconds.

“Like outside of your room, I can’t knock.”

I gulped down my throat.

I bent my head, glancing over my outfit.

Grabbing my jacket, I threw my hair over a band, keeping it in place.

Pushing the doorknob, I pulled it back slowly trying not to make a sound.

“Dylan?”

I called out hoarsely.

He stood there shirtless, wearing nothing but sweatpants.

“What are you doing?”

“I can’t sleep.”

I narrowed my gaze suspiciously.

“What are you doing?”

I repeated, crossing my arm over my chest.

“Let’s lay under the stars.”

He suggested ignoring my previous question.

I forced myself not to smile.

“Come on.”

He tugged at my arm before I could protest, I placed a palm over my lip, concealing the screech about to slip out.

“Dylan!”

I scolded, he turned, a sly grin dancing at the corner of his lips.

“It’ll be fun..”

He whispered as we ran down the stair.

I turned silently praying for no to catch either of us.

****

It was getting pretty late, maybe around two am, my head was still on Dylan’s chest, my body heating up like pizza in a oven.

I yawned tiredly, reasoning everything that’s been happening.

This was a great way to take my mind off things.

I’ll head back in a few hours. We had school tomorrow and he had soccer practice. Even though I advised against it.

“Dylan, let’s go inside.”

I suggested nudging his elbow so he’ll listen.

“Ugh! I want to stay here. With you.”

He answered firmly. A different surge of excitement rushed through me.

The topic of the kiss hadn’t come up. Yet

We were outside. On the porch to be exact.

We lay there, staring at the skies. He was right regrettably. The stars were beautiful.

“We need to get inside. Now Dylan.”

I reminded him after a few seconds, taking my head off his chest.

He shut his eyes instead, paying little attention to me. Bending my knee, I reached for his crossed arms, tugging harshly.

“Ugh!”

He groaned, snapping his eyes open.

I glared harshly.

“Fine.”

He succumbed, standing firmly on both feet.

“We should do this more often.”

He whispered as we slid through the door.

“Yeah. I agree. At least until I leave and you forget about me..”

I blurted the final details out. He halted in front of me, turning around slowly. I watched as his gaze intensified, his eyes darkening.

“Is that what you think?”

He asked after a few moments.

“It’s what I know.”

I answered instead.

“Goodnight Dylan. It was fun truly.”

Without another word, I move ahead, brushing past his shoulder, half expecting him to grab my hand and tell me it’s not true. Tell me I’m wrong about such statement.

My heart tore apart when he didn’t.

At the base of the staircase, I looked over my shoulder, waiting for anything. Nothing happened.

Quickly, I ran up the stairs, headed for the room, pulled the door open and slid in, gently closed the door with my heart in my hand.

****

*Author’s Note*

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