The Perfect Timing

Chapter Five

Maddie

I follow him to the bed and watch as he rummages through his drawers. I'm in an uncomfortable blouse and jeans, so I gratefully accept the t-shirt when he passes it over to me.

It feels so stupid to have to change in the bathroom after he's seen me naked so many times before, but I do it anyway and bundle up my other clothes into a ball by the bathroom door.

Cam scans me over from head to toe, and I can tell he's trying to hide a smile as I climb into bed beside him. A king-size bed is much bigger than I ever thought it would be, the distance seeming like an entire ocean between us.

He leans over to shut the light off, making it pitch black in the room. I find myself staring at the ceiling, twirling my thumbs on top of my stomach from how weird this feels. I don't like the distance between us.

I also don't want to go too fast though. With Cam, it always feels like no time has passed. Like when we hadn't seen each other for those four years in college, or even now when it's been another two years. Whenever we're together I'm transported back to high school, when we fell in love and couldn't get enough of each other. I don't feel anger towards him, I don't feel sadness, I just feel safe with him. Like there's nowhere else I'd rather be.

I take it upon myself and crawl over to him, relaxing down on his chest. He sighs in relief as I drape my leg over his, his hand coming down to rub circles on my thigh.

"Do you hate me for what I did?" I whisper.

He takes a second before he answers, choosing his words wisely. "I could never hate you," he replies. "Am I still mad? Yeah, I'm furious, Maddie. I just found out I have a daughter. I also know that yelling and screaming isn't going to fix that though. We can sort through this amicably."

"Do you still love me?"

He plays with my hair as I wipe away another tear, terrified of what his answer will be.

"Yeah." He whispers. "I don't think there's anything you could do to me to make me stop loving you."

Then why did he leave me? Why did he choose Katie? I'm so fucking confused, and I want more than anything for him to explain things to me now. I don't want to wait until I'm sober.

"Do you still love me?" He asks me the same question, his fingers still rubbing circles on my thigh. "After what I did?"

I nod immediately, and I can hear him smile from how quiet it is in here. "I don't think there's anything you could do to me to make me stop loving you," I repeat exactly what he said because it's how I feel too, and I can hear his heartbeat accelerate.

Lifting my head up, I press my lips to his. I know we shouldn't be kissing, but I am longing for him. We are up and down, fighting then kissing, kissing then fighting, but I love him. Nothing will change that.

"Fuck," he mutters against my lips, his hands immediately slipping underneath his t-shirt on me. He feels the lace of my panties and lets out a sigh.

"It's fine," I tell him.

"It's not fine, Maddie. You're drunk." I take his hand and lean up so that I can slip it between my legs for him to feel the wetness. "God damn..." He groans, rolling me onto my back without a second thought.