Part 3 (2/2)
When the door closed, I studied Cameron through the smudged windows of the cab. He stayed at the curb, watching us disappear from view. I was frightened by the intensity of my feelings, and I couldn't help but speculate about when the other shoe would drop. He was too perfect, our time together too incredible, for it to turn into something more than a casual flirtation.
Chapter Eight.
When I was a little girl, I would play a game that involved me spinning around in circles for as long as possible. When I'd finally fall, I'd press my head against the ground and revel in the dizzying sensation. Waking up the next morning to a spinning room after a night of drunken debauchery was decidedly less appealing.
As I climbed out of bed, nausea snuck up on me and I made a beeline for the bathroom. The mixed drinks and shots stung my throat as the contents of my stomach emptied into the toilet. Once my stomach settled, I leaned my head against the chilly tiled walls. I hated that my first thought was I'd liberated myself from the exorbitant number of calories I'd ingested the night before.
I flushed the toilet and splashed ice-cold water on my face. My eyes darted up to the mirror and I inspected the damage. Mirrors had been my enemy for a long time now. I despised my reflection. My face was puffy, and my eyes glittered with moisture. Last night's mascara had blackened under my eyes and my lips were dry and cracked.
As I fled from my reflection, Danielle was emerging from her room. She rubbed at her weary eyes and gave me a wan smile. ”You sound just like Jess last night. I was holding back her hair for an hour. After I finally got some water into her, she pa.s.sed out.”
We could make out Jessica's snores through her door. She sounded like a drunken sailor. Brittany's door was firmly shut, and I was glad I lived across the hall and not next door. Kurt had slept over and, according to Brittany, he was a shouter during s.e.x. Since the couple had seemed to be reenacting a scene from Taxicab Confessions on the way home, I could only imagine what happened once they were removed from a public place.
Brittany got a kick out of telling me about her s.e.xual exploits. She considered herself my teacher due to my inexperience. I'd slept with my high school boyfriend, Grant, once on prom night and one other time before we broke up and left for college. Losing my virginity was anticlimactic, and the two times I slept with Grant were forgettable. We weren't attuned to each other's bodies, and s.e.x had been awkward. I decided to sleep with Grant because I felt like it was time to get rid of my virginity, not because I loved him. I suspected Grant was in the same mindset, and it made our breakup decidedly painless.
During my time at college, I hadn't felt a strong desire to sleep with anyone. There wasn't enough of a spark with anyone to consider taking things to such an intimate physical level. What happened with Cameron was a fluke. His confidence and s.e.xiness didn't just ignite a spark-it had me ready to burst into flames.
Danielle bypa.s.sed me and opened our refrigerator. Downing a bottle of water in a couple of gulps, she heaved a huge sigh. Her long blond hair was mussed and she looked about as hung-over as I was feeling. Reaching into the fridge, she pulled out another water bottle and pa.s.sed it to me. I pressed the bottle against my temples to ease my worsening headache.
”You should eat something; it'll make you feel better. Want me to make you some toast?”
I shook my head emphatically. ”I don't think I can keep anything down.”
Danielle shrugged. ”Well, don't keep me in suspense. What happened with Cameron last night?”
I bit my lip as I thought about the night before. When I relived it, I kept returning to our first kiss. It had electrified my body and filled me with a deep longing. The connection couldn't have been completely one-sided; Cameron's desire had been unmistakable since the second he saw me at the bar.
”We hung out and went to a few more bars. He was a lot of fun and very sweet. I gave him my number, but who knows if he'll actually call.” The crack in my voice betrayed me. Pretending I didn't like Cameron wasn't going to fool anyone. I yawned and stretched. ”I think I'm going to veg out in front of the TV today and try to recover from last night.”
I returned to my room and bundled up in my burgundy comforter. I was s.h.i.+vering, and I felt iciness circulating through my veins. My stomach growled, but I disregarded the noise. Instead, I turned on my small TV set and tried to divert my attention from my bodily needs.
I dozed for a couple of hours. Finally, I rallied enough to get out of bed and go in search of my cell phone. It had been left off the charger all night and had probably died hours before. I found it in my purse and attempted to turn it on without any success. But after a few minutes plugged into the wall charger, it came to life.
I held my breath when I saw a text from an unknown number: I had a great time tonight and wanted to make sure you got home safely. Cameron The message was time stamped three in the morning. I swooned slightly as I imagined him going back home and still having me on his mind. I wrote several drafts of a reply text before I was satisfied. I had fun too. Thanks for checking up on me. I've been spending the day recovering from last night.
Ten minutes later, my cell phone rang. I dove for it, but hesitated a second before answering. ”h.e.l.lo.”
”Hi, it's Cameron.” His voice was rich and smooth. b.u.t.terflies fluttered in a frenzy within my belly. ”How are you feeling?”
”Like I got run over by a truck,” I confessed. ”I'm obviously a lightweight when it comes to drinking.”
”I'm guessing you're not feeling up to meeting for a drink then,” he teased. ”Are you free for coffee?”
I had forgotten the rules of dating. Would it look bad if I agreed? Was I supposed to pretend I was busy and give him more of a chase? It was evident he wanted to see me again as much as I needed to see him, so I decided to avoid the games.
”Coffee sounds good. Where do you want to meet?”
We settled on getting together at the Starbucks in town. Since we were meeting in an hour, I had to rush to shower and decide on what to wear. As I hurried into the hallway, Brittany was coming out of the bathroom.
”Hey,” she said sleepily. It was close to three in the afternoon and Brittany appeared ready to go back to bed already.
”Rough morning?”
”Ugh, I didn't get to sleep until six. I thought alcohol was supposed to kill a guy's s.e.x drive, not turn him into an insatiable beast,” Brittany complained. Once again, I was thankful for being a heavy sleeper. ”Don't mind me if I'm walking a little funny today.”
I shook my head in disbelief and smiled. ”As charming as it is to hear about your s.e.x life, I have to run. I'm meeting Cameron for coffee.”
Brittany waggled her eyebrows suggestively. ”He can't get enough of you, huh? Maybe he'll help you get rid of that pesky v-card.”
”Too bad I'm not a virgin.”
”It's been three years, Kayla. I think you're considered a virgin again after that long,” Brittany said drily. ”Was he a good kisser?”
”An amazing kisser. It makes me wonder if a boy has ever kissed me properly.”
Playfully, Brittany pulled on a strand of my long hair. ”You're so cute sometimes. I want all the details of your date later.”
My indecision over what to wear made me ten minutes late to meet Cameron. My black dress the night before had left little to the imagination, but in the light of day, I didn't have the same confidence. The desire to cover up my body was too ingrained into my consciousness. The gray sweater I chose was pretty, but oversized. It would hide my flaws from him. The outfit was completed with a pair of jeans and boots.
Despite the cold, Cameron was standing outside the Starbucks when I arrived. His smile was warm when I hopped out of my car and approached him. He nodded toward my car. ”I like your Jeep.”
I appreciated the compliment. I loved my car. In the summer, I had the top off as much as the weather permitted. I'd speed down the highway with the wind flying through my hair, drowning out my mother's voice in my head telling me how much I'd never measure up. My father had gone with me to pick it out a few months before he died, and my Jeep made me feel like we were still connected somehow.
”You look like you're freezing,” I told him. ”You didn't have to wait out here for me.”
”I'm just glad you're here,” he said, and he kissed the top of my head. ”I was beginning to worry you were going to stand me up.”
The idea seemed laughable. Cameron wasn't the type of guy girls stood up. ”Not a chance.”
He took me by the hand and led me into the Starbucks. I liked how comfortable I felt holding hands with him. It gave me the sense we'd known each other for much longer than we had.
My thoughts of Cameron were momentarily halted when the aroma of pastries and coffee a.s.saulted my nostrils. My eyes were drawn to the display cabinet, stocked full with cookies, m.u.f.fins, and cupcakes. My mouth began to water and my stomach rumbled in protest. It was after four o'clock and the only thing I'd eaten for the day was a handful of saltine crackers.
Cameron was talking. ”Do you want to grab us a table and I'll order?” My head bobbed up and down mechanically. ”What would you like?”
I wanted to drown in food, eat until I couldn't stand another bite. However, if I wanted to keep losing weight, I would have to call on my willpower to help me avoid the fatty treats. ”A green tea with one Splenda.”
Green tea had no calories and was said to have fat-burning qualities. These were the types of things I discovered online as I became obsessed with losing weight. Sometimes at night, instead of doing my homework, I would scour the online forums for weight-loss tips and tricks. I'd started eating more low-calorie bread products since I found they kept me fuller, for longer, than fruits and veggies. I'd also taken to chewing gum, since I read mindless chewing could cut down on the cravings for food.
The worst part of starving myself was the side effects. Exercise was unimaginable because of my low energy level, and I'd begun carrying around a bottle of pain relievers to treat the headaches I was p.r.o.ne to.
After double-checking to make sure I didn't want anything else, Cameron went to stand in line. I watched him remove his jacket while he waited to order. His t-s.h.i.+rt gave me a glimpse of his well-developed biceps. He wasn't beefy like Kurt, but instead had just the right amount of definition. I dreamed up a visual of what he looked like s.h.i.+rtless, and it made me smile. My curiosity was also piqued over where he could be hiding a tattoo.
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