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"LIVING WITH HIM" EPISODE 9"


🧘🏽‍♀️Living With Him🧘🏽

🔞{The Bad Boy Wants Me}🔞
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✍🏽EPISODE NINE✍🏽
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🥰Camilla’s Pov🥰


     I tried and tried but my mind had a mind of its own. It found a different meaning to his words. Was Dylan Emerton asking me out on a date or something? That can’t be possible. Who knows, his parents might have put him up to this or something, I shouldn’t get overly excited for something which might turn out to be false. But am I exicted? If I was, why would I be anyways? Those were the questions I asked myself staring at Dylan. He was obviously waiting for a response from me. And here I was deep in thoughts weighing the hidden words behind his statement.

He didn’t seem to be phased by my trance, obviously he was already used to making girls speechless andall.I cleared my thrat. Waited for a few seconds more before offering him my answer.

"I’ll think about it" I wiped the sily smirk plastered on his face. I grabbed the spare helmet and mounted on his bike.

"The party is tonight." He regained composure and responded.

"Cool…." I chirped trying to sound uninterested, I wasn’t gonna let him know that the thought of going to a party as his date was making me tinglish. But why? Images began to flash in my head, his smile that night, his touch under the night and everything that occurred. He forgot it so easily and it was like it never happened, I cant look him in the eyes withought having those memories but he can. Its so much harder on me than it is on him.

If only I didn't go to that party that night maybe I wouldn't be so stuck on him. 

He got on the bike and drove me home, I held onto him loosely. If I held on even an inch tighter I would remember leaning into him on his bare abs, he took a hard turn. On impulse, I heard into his chest and those memories came flooded.

He stopped his bike and I jumped down like the seats were on fire.
I walked briskly towards the door eager to get in, take a warm shower and hopefully forget all these crazy memories. I've been supressing  them so why are they resurfacing.

My hands were on the door knob when Dylan pulled them away, My formerly cold hands became hot as warmth spread through them where he touched me. I turned to face him and my eyes met with his. I remembered those eyes that twinkled as we clinged our glasses getting wasted. I shook my head.

"No!" I yelled , shutting my eyes.

"Are you okay?" His hands connected with my cheeks, I brushed them away but it was too late, they already had an effect on me.

"Please Camilla, go to the party with me. I won't annoy you I promise." He pleaded, I couldn't look away, his eyes were so sad and I wanted to scream "Yes!".

"Yes .." I scumbled unable to stop myself.

"On one condition." I quickly added.

"A condition for a condition, how sweet." He smiled, like a real fucking genuine smile, no smirk or grin just a smile and it was attractive as hell.

"What's the condition." His lips moved, it took a second for the words to register in my head 

"Get a grip!" My subconscious warned, I exhaled.

"You won't try to touch me."

"Okay." He nodded.

"You won't try to act cheesy or make snarky comments." He nodded once more as I counted with my fingers.

"You won't act like a glorified play boy to girls." He hesitated after that one but eventually nodded.

"And lastly, if I don't want to talk to you, you won't force me." His head shook in a negative sign, I arched my brow.

"Then I'm not going." I almost opened the door but he closed it with his hands.

"Okay, Okay..." He trailed off with yet another smile.

"Good, I'll be ready before 8pm." I offered a plain look and he nodded.

"It's funny though, you didn't say I have to put up those rules for the rest of the night. A deal is a deal though, no changes." After uttering those words leaving me shocked, annoyed and feeling a little stupid. He walked past me with his hands in his pockets.......
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