Screwing A Woman In My Bed

Sora

The front door is already standing open by the time we get back.

Kade reaches it before I do, holding it wider as I step inside with my overnight bag still clutched in my hand. The familiar scent of home wraps around me and for the first time since the hospital, I feel myself beginning to relax.

No doubt, I missed being home, too bad that feeling doesn't last.

“Ngh... Cam...”

The muffled sound drifts through the house, faint enough that I almost convince myself I imagined it.

Just as I brush it off, it comes again even louder this time.

“...Cam...”

The bag slips from my fingers, hitting the floor with a loud thud that barely registers over the ringing in my ears.

My room.

The sound came from my room.

A thousand thoughts collide at once, each one worse than the last. My pulse pounds so hard against my ribs it hurts, my lungs suddenly forgetting how to work as another breathless moan echoes from upstairs.

No.

There's no way, Cam definitely won’t do that right? We had an agreement, no sex in the apartment and definitely not in my room.

Without waiting for Kade or giving myself time to think, I take off toward the staircase, my feet carrying me faster than my mind can keep up. Behind me I hear him call my name, but it barely reaches me over the roar of my heartbeat.

Whatever is happening in my bedroom...

I'm about to see it with my own eyes.

I shove the door open so hard it slams against the wall, Kade right on my heels.

Cameron jerks violently at the intrusion, instinctively pushing Daisy off him before scrambling to pull my blanket over himself.

Rage explodes inside me.

“Are you insane?” I shriek, storming further into the room. “What the hell are you doing in my room?”

Kade reaches for my wrist, trying to pull me back, but I'm far beyond listening.

My chest aches with every breath.

It's one thing to watch the man you've loved your entire life choose another woman.

It's another thing entirely to find him screwing that woman in your bed.

My fucking bed.

Daisy doesn't look even remotely embarrassed by getting caught.

Instead, she lets out a lazy yawn before draping herself against Cameron's back, absentmindedly tracing circles over his skin as though this is the most normal thing in the world.

“Couldn't you have waited another minute before ruining my moment?” she drawls.

I don't even spare her a glance.

She's not worth it.

My attention locks on Cameron instead.

His face is flushed, his breathing uneven, yet he still can't bring himself to look at me. His eyes darts around the room, landing everywhere except where I'm standing.

“I’m talking to you, Cam.” My voice cracks despite my best efforts to steady it. “We had a deal.”

“I...” Cameron stammers, finally forcing himself to meet my eyes. “I didn't know it was your room.”

For a second, I genuinely wonder if he's lost his mind.

“What the fuck do you mean by that?” I snap, throwing my hands into the air. “The deal wasn't about my room, Cameron. It was about not fucking in the house!”

He opens his mouth, but no words come out.

“This is his house though,” Daisy says with a careless shrug, sounding more amused than apologetic. “Technically, we didn't break any rules.”

Every muscle in my body tenses.

God.

I want to smack the living shit out of this bitch.

Instead, I keep my eyes on Cameron, silently waiting for him to tell her to stop, to correct her, to defend the promise he made me.

He doesn't.

He just stands there, wrapped in my blanket, looking as guilty as he does helpless.

My laugh comes out hollow.

“Are you seriously going to let her say that?”

“When did you get discharged?” Cameron asks softly, the sudden gentleness in his voice making my stomach lurch.

One fucking day he doesn’t deflect and pretend the real issue never happened.

I let out a humorless laugh before turning toward Kade.

“Please... just take me out of here.” My voice sounds calmer than I feel. “I'll grab a change of clothes and we can leave.”

He doesn't question me.

Not once.

I brush past the bed as though the two people occupying it no longer exist and head straight for my wardrobe. The doors fly open beneath my hands and I reach for the first outfit my fingers land on, not caring if it matches or if it's even appropriate.

I just need something.

Anything.

Behind me, sheets rustle and hurried footsteps hit the floor. Someone mutters a curse under their breath while another voice tries to hush it, but I refuse to look back.

If I turn around, I'll break.

“Cam, just let her go!” Daisy calls out from somewhere behind me, irritation lacing every word.

My hand stills around the bundle of clothes.

For the first time since walking into this room, a bitter smile threatens to pull at my lips.

How considerate of her.

Even now, she's the one giving him permission to leave me alone. She thinks she's won, and maybe she has.

Because the Cameron I knew would've been apologizing by now.

This Cameron...

He doesn't even know where to start.

“Sora, please wait!”

His footsteps pound down the stairs behind us, growing louder with every second.

Kade slows beside me just long enough to glance in my direction.

“Do you want to hear him out?”

I shoot him a warning look so sharp it could cut glass.

“Do you want me to cut you off as well?”

The corner of his mouth twitches.

“I'll take that as a no.”

Without another word, he bends to pick up our bags and continues toward the front door, giving us just enough space without wandering too far away.

Before I can make it another step, someone's fingers wrap firmly around my wrist, pulling me back.

“Sora, let's talk, please.”

I don't bother turning around.

“Let me go, Cam.”

“I can't.” His voice cracks with desperation. “We can't keep doing this. We can't keep fighting over misunderstandings.”

A bitter laugh escapes me.

“Misunderstandings?”

I finally turn to face him, yanking my hand free from his grip.

“You broke the only rule I ever asked you to follow. You slept with someone in my bed, Cameron. My bed.” I shake my head, feeling tears threaten to spill despite my determination not to cry. “I guess this is your way of telling me I've overstayed my welcome.”

His expression crumples almost instantly.

“No.” He takes a step toward me before stopping himself. “No, I’d never want you to leave.”

“Then tell me what that was.”