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There was tension, a heavy ‘what if’ floating above their heads. Silas didn’t have any intention of kissing her, despite wanting to— especially with how their date went. He debated longingly and was thankful that Cameron had beat him to the punch. The kiss, admittingly, still took him by surprise. He made it clear he wasn’t a ‘kisser on the first date’, prompting a slight jump of the brow when their lips touched. Her soft hand against his cheek was calming, despite the kiss brewing nerves, he didn’t have to start with. The kiss was soft and lasted for a good ten seconds, enough time to bask in the senses between them. When they part, he slightly inches forward, like he couldn’t get enough. “—What was that for?”
For a first kiss, it still fell in the more innocent category –– as far as Cameron was concerned, anyways. With the faint taste of her lip-gloss between them (that third application had fulfilled its purpose rather wonderfully) she pulled back slowly, lips parting to breathe out, “For saying yes... And I hate waiting until the third date to find out if my date’s a good kisser.” Coy smile taking its rightful place on her lips, she fell back against the door with the slight incline of her head to the side, “Goodnight, Silas.”
“I’ll give you that.” He shrugged. “So I cost more than lingerie? I feel a bit strangely accomplished right now.” Jason said, really only joking around as he usually did. “You did win a date with me but somehow I don’t think that’s what you want. If it is then cool I have nothing against that. But there’s a much better offer that requires way less clothes than we have on right now.” He motioned between himself and her. His smirk still residing on his lips.
“As much as I appreciate and love your quick attempts to get into my pants –– and I do, God, I do –– maybe I do want that date.” Well, it’s more like she needed the date to make sure at least one of the guys doesn’t completely lose his mind. “After all, I hear 10,000 dollars is a lot of money and I intend to get my money’s worth.” She finds it’s easier than expected to fake her usual bravado –– “No wine for me, though –– I uh, would like to be completely sober for this.”
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: Haha very funny. 26 though.
Sophia: I'm crossing my fingers too. And if I told you you'd probably kill me so I'll keep it to myself.
Sophia: Woah kid does have game. But I mean he's being raised by the king of charm so it's only right.
Cameron: Not bad, I thought he was older not gonna lie.
Cameron: if it's been more than two weeks I'm disowning you as my best friend.
Cameron: King of charm? Talk about being whipped.
Cam had been texting Béla almost all week about how the two needed to talk. According to the woman, it was serious and truthfully, Béla didn’t know what to expect. He was hoping that it was really something silly or that they would just have a nice romantic talk, hang out on the beach and maybe even share time together and he would feel like it she was only his. Arriving at her room, he knocked on her door, a smile plastered on his lips. “Hey, szerelmem.”
Unlike what she has planned for her and Jay, there’s only so much emotion Cameron can hide from Béla, only so much pretending that she can do. In a way, it’s his reaction the news that worries her the most –– there’s no pretending that it could go one of two ways, and knowing her luck, the probability that it would be the lesser of two evils is pretty pathetic. When she opens the door, it’s the nickname, said with the kind of affection that makes the news she’s about to deliver sit heavy in her mouth, like a pill she just can’t find a way to swallow, that does it.
“Hey –– Um... Do you want to... I...” –– Oh, for fuck’s sake. “Béla, I’m pregnant.”
you are in love with béla
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not. –– What of it?”
Before answering her, he takes a moment to let out a single chuckle. “That’s good to hear,” he looks down, humbled. Silas believes her— he believes that he’s not like the rest, despite his inner battle. Since finding out about her string of men, Silas continued to have a hard time digesting the thought. Not only did he have to share with Adrian— but the rest too? He was conflicted, unsure if he mattered enough. He had thoughts that upset himself, unbeknownst to the actions of separation he was putting between them. ‘If I stopped texting… calling, what would she really be missing out on?’ ‘Who is the first person she wants to go to when something good happens? —Something bad?’
There’s a nerve he hits on his own, getting himself heated from just the thought. In most cases, Silas would’ve reverted into a sulk of sorts, questioning his worth for the girl he decided to go all in for— but this time, it’s different. Instead heading over to the pity party, his eyes grow dark, sure of his next move.
He sighs, chewing on his bottom lip while mindlessly watching her play with the hem of his shirt. “I want to tell you, but I have something else on my mind.” He says it in a way that wasn’t very seductive— rather, he was honest, as though he couldn’t strip himself away to start a long line of teasing. No, Silas was serious and needed her to know that.
He wasn’t thinking— not how he usually does. On a normal basis… on any other basis, Silas would’ve gone through pros and cons in a matter of seconds before deciding to do… this. His actions were so smooth, pulling her in like he owned her. This kiss was not like the rest, and Silas intended for her to feel just that. The way he held her so close, so possessive— it was so much different from the tender ways he knew best. He was heated with anger, suffocating from days on end— he just needed to… let loose. He continues to lead them, pushing her up against the side of his car while one hand found it’s way to her bottom, giving it a surprisingly tight squeeze before hooking his hand behind her knee, bringing them impossibly close.
He wasn’t stopping, not this time.
When he kissed her, it was the last thing Cameron expected–– After all, it was hardly the kind of thing she’d have expected from Silas. Especially when so obviously down on himself. Still, something about this kiss in particular had whatever protest she’s mustered up dying on her lips. Maybe it’s his grip on her, she thought, her legs clamped together with anticipation . Possessive without apology, insistent without words, it had Cameron melting like putty in his hands. He’s never kissed her like this, and though she finds herself taken aback by it, there was no stopping her from returning it eagerly, her hands quick to find a home a home on the curve of his neck.
So long now she’d wanted this. Wondered what it would take for Silas to kiss her as though the world was falling to flames around them, and her lips were the only salvation in sight, and now that it was happening, her head was dizzy was the effect it was having on her. Wasn’t it funny how after all this time, he had managed to turn the tables so that it was her that was thinking about whether they really ought to have been making out so furiously. Opening her mouth to speak, Cameron found herself lacking the proper words, as the only sound to escape was a breathy moan, an ‘Oh...’ that seemed to stretch out between them as Silas’ hand reached down and brought their hips together. What was going on? And was it right of her to just let herself get swept up by the heat that was bouncing off between the two of them? With Cameron’s back pressed to the hood of the car, and her legs wrapped like the world’s tightest life-preserver around his hips, it was hard to contemplate anything but the the tremors of pleasure that had her shamelessly rubbing herself against his front. She could have had no idea that this wouldn’t just stop there, but she was going to take what she could before he changed his mind –– her lips trailed down his jaw, butterfly kisses rapidly transforming into the open-mouthed lavishings that could take any turn any guy into a quickly-coming-undone, panting mess.
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: That's the one.
Sophia: I'm pretty sure he's got a crush on me too.
Cameron: Isn't he like 39? Jk, who am I to judge.
Cameron: I've seen him in gym shorts, he's packing. I'm gonna keep my fingers crossed for you. When was the last time you got laid, anyways?
Cameron: And the kid literally was like "you remind me of ariel" and then ran away?? He's got game, I'll give him that.
“Was that supposed to make me not feel cocky? If so then it’s having negative effects.” Jason chuckled, being unable to hide the smirk that had found its way onto his features. “I mean I knew there would be a bid war over me but you just went over the top. I’m truly touched, Goode.” He teased. “I’ve done my good deed of the year now thanks to you.”
“Damn. Oh well, I tried.” It’s almost easy to forget why she’d bid on Jason in the first place. The charming smirk he wears is a reminder of all the times it had grown against the skin of her neck, sending tremors down the length of her spine –– all the times that could have potentially gotten her pregnant. “Well like I said, I hate losing. And it was well worth the money, I mean Hell, that blue two-piece I modeled for you the other day cost nearly as much.”
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: True though.
Sophia: His name is Drew, he's tall, hot, and a total sweetheart.
Cameron: Wait. Blonde hair? Teaches basketball at that highschool?
Cameron: I KNOW HIM. Kind of. I think his son has a crus on me.
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: It's a girl but thanks for reminding me about safe sex!
Sophia: Yeah and on a scale from one to ten he's like a thousand.
Cameron: Listen, stds can be passed from girl to girl too.
Cameron: Oooh, tell me more. What's his name? What does he looks like?
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: Lucky for you I'm still here. I'm not sure yet so maybe. But come on the penthouse suite is practically a house so there would be room.
Cameron: True. So long as you use protection AND take the pill it's all good. Are you planning on betting on someone?
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: I think that about sums it up.
Sophia: And now I'll never do them again. I'm just lucky I didn't get alcohol poisoning. I'm staying at the Margaritaville hotel. Hot guys galore to be honest.
Cameron: I'm glad you didn't either, jesus, I'd be lost without you. I'll be there in like, an hour maybe. Are you staying with anyone, because even if you are, I don't care, I'm gonna book the penthouse suite.
“Before you get all cocky,” Cameron lifted the rose-gold sunglasses off her nose, resting them up on the crown of her flaming hair, eyes twinkling as they were revealed, “I only coughed up that money because I hate losing. –– And, okay, you’re really fucking good in bed. So it seemed like an investment to me.”
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Katherine McNamara attends the 2016 Teen Choice Awards in Inglewood, CA - 07/31/2016
Cam ➝ Soph 👑 🎀 💝
Sophia: See this is why we're best friends.
Sophia: Tequila and I aren't friends anymore after Cabo. I felt like hell. And nope sorry. I think you'll have to get high off life for the time being.
Cameron: Murder, boys and scandal! What more could a girl want?
Cameron: Body shots for an hour straight will do that to you. Damn. UGH okay, we might as well go swimming or something since we're here. Where are you staying?