couldn’t tell you if
that chick was even wearing clothes, let alone what her name is. My main
thought is to press Cam against the wall and bury myself in her, to quench the
fire blazing in my gut.
“No, we’re good
with everything. Thank you, Payton.” Cam says standing with her.
Abby turns to us
and smiles, “Welcome to Ironsound. Now, go make some music!” She laughs.
“You’ve got some time before the ‘ Rock For A Cure Festival.’ We’ll get you in the studio if you’ve got some stuff
ready now.” Abby offers, snapping me from my trance long enough to nod and tell
her I’ve been working on a few that are good to go. “Good. I’ll call you
with the details later, ladies.” She replies then leaves the room.
The room is
thick with tension; the classic will they, won’t they. Except, this isn’t
a fucking ‘Lifetime Movie Monday’ is it ? There will be no jumping
into my arms the moment everything is forgiven. Shit, we can’t even look
each other in the eye, without all the air getting sucked out of the room and
everyone watching us like a couple of caged animals. Real life doesn’t work
that way. Everyone looks back and forth, between us. Whether they expect
us to make up or throw shit, I have no clue. Cam doesn’t look worse for
the wear, that’s for damn sure. Nothing like the hell I went through;
guess Daisy was wrong. Hell, as great as she looks, she is probably glad
to be rid of my worthless ass. She will thank me for telling her to move
on.
Her gaze meets
mine. Instantly, I’m frozen. Pinned by her stare, I am helpless
while she analyzes me. “Can I have a minute with Aiden?” She says, calmly,
without taking her eyes off me.
Everyone in the
room scatters without a word, the door slamming behind them all with a
resounding thud. All the words I want to say to her are lodged in my
throat. I’m speechless. Me! The one who commands everything,
is unable to say a single word as Camaron closes the distance between us.
My mind runs through possibilities of what to say, what to do.
Nervous as hell, my fingers thump against my thighs in perfect 6/8 beat
when she stops in front of me.
Cam’s eyes move
down my body, inch by inch, stopping at my rapidly moving fingers. A
wicked grin spreads across her face, eyes snapping back up to meet mine. “Does
my being here make you nervous?” She asks, even though, fuck me, she already
knows the answer. “Why? Aiden, you know I won’t bite.” The temptress
says, fucking winking at me. “If I make you so uncomfortable…” Cam starts,
leaning into me so that her lips are inches from mine. “...then just tell me to
leave.”
It would take
nothing to wrap my arms around her and show her just what I’m feeling: fuck her
right there on that table. That’s. What. I. Want.
Instead, I shake my head, “No. I’m glad you’re here, Cam.
Everyone’s missed you.” I answer shakily, making her giggle.
The woman
standing before me is stronger. I can’t help wondering how she got to
this place, and regret fills me that I wasn’t there to see it. By pushing
her away, I had hoped it would help her find her way back to me. All I
wanted was for Cam to see herself and all that she deserved. In doing
that, I may have lost her. Just by looking at her, I see love all over
her face.
Baby, have you
replaced me already?
Just the thought
of it grips me by the balls, making me wish I could go back to Minnesota and
tell that stupid fucker not to say those words. Nothing has been right
since she left me. I have no doubt that, unless I can get her back, I may
never be right again.
Her eyes widen,
just barely. “Did they?” I nod, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I've missed everyone too." She replies; then walks out of the
room.
I slam my hands
on the table with a violent BANG. Grabbing my shit, I walk out the door,
heading straight for Daisy. “We
that chick was even wearing clothes, let alone what her name is. My main
thought is to press Cam against the wall and bury myself in her, to quench the
fire blazing in my gut.
“No, we’re good
with everything. Thank you, Payton.” Cam says standing with her.
Abby turns to us
and smiles, “Welcome to Ironsound. Now, go make some music!” She laughs.
“You’ve got some time before the ‘ Rock For A Cure Festival.’ We’ll get you in the studio if you’ve got some stuff
ready now.” Abby offers, snapping me from my trance long enough to nod and tell
her I’ve been working on a few that are good to go. “Good. I’ll call you
with the details later, ladies.” She replies then leaves the room.
The room is
thick with tension; the classic will they, won’t they. Except, this isn’t
a fucking ‘Lifetime Movie Monday’ is it ? There will be no jumping
into my arms the moment everything is forgiven. Shit, we can’t even look
each other in the eye, without all the air getting sucked out of the room and
everyone watching us like a couple of caged animals. Real life doesn’t work
that way. Everyone looks back and forth, between us. Whether they expect
us to make up or throw shit, I have no clue. Cam doesn’t look worse for
the wear, that’s for damn sure. Nothing like the hell I went through;
guess Daisy was wrong. Hell, as great as she looks, she is probably glad
to be rid of my worthless ass. She will thank me for telling her to move
on.
Her gaze meets
mine. Instantly, I’m frozen. Pinned by her stare, I am helpless
while she analyzes me. “Can I have a minute with Aiden?” She says, calmly,
without taking her eyes off me.
Everyone in the
room scatters without a word, the door slamming behind them all with a
resounding thud. All the words I want to say to her are lodged in my
throat. I’m speechless. Me! The one who commands everything,
is unable to say a single word as Camaron closes the distance between us.
My mind runs through possibilities of what to say, what to do.
Nervous as hell, my fingers thump against my thighs in perfect 6/8 beat
when she stops in front of me.
Cam’s eyes move
down my body, inch by inch, stopping at my rapidly moving fingers. A
wicked grin spreads across her face, eyes snapping back up to meet mine. “Does
my being here make you nervous?” She asks, even though, fuck me, she already
knows the answer. “Why? Aiden, you know I won’t bite.” The temptress
says, fucking winking at me. “If I make you so uncomfortable…” Cam starts,
leaning into me so that her lips are inches from mine. “...then just tell me to
leave.”
It would take
nothing to wrap my arms around her and show her just what I’m feeling: fuck her
right there on that table. That’s. What. I. Want.
Instead, I shake my head, “No. I’m glad you’re here, Cam.
Everyone’s missed you.” I answer shakily, making her giggle.
The woman
standing before me is stronger. I can’t help wondering how she got to
this place, and regret fills me that I wasn’t there to see it. By pushing
her away, I had hoped it would help her find her way back to me. All I
wanted was for Cam to see herself and all that she deserved. In doing
that, I may have lost her. Just by looking at her, I see love all over
her face.
Baby, have you
replaced me already?
Just the thought
of it grips me by the balls, making me wish I could go back to Minnesota and
tell that stupid fucker not to say those words. Nothing has been right
since she left me. I have no doubt that, unless I can get her back, I may
never be right again.
Her eyes widen,
just barely. “Did they?” I nod, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"I've missed everyone too." She replies; then walks out of the
room.
I slam my hands
on the table with a violent BANG. Grabbing my shit, I walk out the door,
heading straight for Daisy. “We
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