I blink my eyes open to the light seeping in from the windows, reaching out an arm to grab onto Cameron. The bed is empty though, and when I look around the room he's nowhere to be found.

Slowly, the events from the night prior sink into my brain. Losing my virginity, almost being caught by Ethan, everything floods in at once, my head beginning to spin.

Turning onto my side, I wince at the shooting pain between my legs but am instantly rewarded with a little note written to me on his bedside table.

Getting us breakfast. He wrote in his chicken scratch handwriting. Take this in the meantime.

A glass of water and an advil pill are sitting in front of the note, and I smile as I gladly take the pill and chug the water completely.

I'm not sure if I want to deal with all of the questions when I go home today, but what I do know is that what happened last night between Cameron and I made it completely worth it.

I go ahead and make the bed for him, and then I go around and pick up my underwear from the floor. I'm looking for my dress until I suddenly remember that it's all the way out in the hallway.

God, last night was incredible.

He must have left awhile ago, because the door to his bedroom opens and he emerges with two McDonald's bags. His eyes scan up and down my body, growing darker as he takes me in.

"Well, good morning to you too." He smirks. "I thought I was hungry for food, but maybe I was wrong."

"What'd you get?" I inquire, feeling my stomach rumble. After all of the working out last night I'm famished, and as much as I'd love to have sex again, I need to eat first.

"Your favorite." He says. "A number one with a French vanilla, sugar free iced coffee."

He knows me so well. Even after all these years I realize how much he's always paid attention. Like how my order changed from an orange juice to an iced coffee when I got into high school. He never stopped caring, even when I thought he did.

"I love you." I say as I open the bag and immediately dig into my hash brown, groaning from how good it tastes.

"Don't think I'll ever get tired of you saying that." He says as he takes a sip of his sprite. "I love you too."

He's never been a coffee drinker, and I smile because I know him like the back of my hand too. I say his order to myself mentally as he pulls it out one by one out of the bag. A big breakfast, and he always gets an extra pancake.

We spend the next ten minutes eating, and when we're all finished I throw away my bag in the trash can of his bathroom, blushing when I see all three condoms piled up inside.

"I'm going to take a shower before we head to my house." I sigh. "I don't want to go back."

"I know." He comes into the bathroom to throw away his bag too, and he rubs his hands up and down my arms, attempting to calm me down. "It's going to be okay, Mads. They believed the story, alright? They aren't mad at you."

I nod and lean over to turn on the water, but despite his encouraging words I still feel the nerves twist up inside of me.

We won't be able to keep this up for long. The more we keep this going, the more obvious it will be. I can't be at school and not want to talk to him. I can't pass him in the hallway and not feel his touch. It's going to be so hard, and sooner than later one of us is going to mess up. Someone will see, and this thing between us will be ruined.

"Stop overthinking." Cam comes up behind me and places a gentle kiss to my shoulder, and my skin is on fire just from the contact.

How is it that from just one kiss I'm already better? How does he distract me this easily?

"Do you need me to relax you before you go home?" He smirks against my skin and kisses my shoulder again, and I hear him slowly start to un-do his belt after I eagerly nod my head.

The belt falls to the floor, and I hear him shuffle out of his shorts as his tongue runs up and down the spot from the back of my neck to the end of my shoulder. My weakest spot. The spot that drives me wild.

He breaks contact to strip himself of his shirt, and when he's finally naked he gently urges me into the water, the hot water pouring onto my skin.

He's still behind me, but I hear him hiss when the water hits his skin, his hands coming to turn the nobs so the heat will go down.

"Why is it so hot?" He asks. "Do you always burn your skin off when you shower?"

I shrug, but I'm unable to say anything when I feel his hard on press up against me from behind. His hard on is evident, and as I feel the water rush over us relaxation floods over me, just what I needed.

"Mmm..." he hums along my neck, and I laugh from the feeling of his nose brushing so delicately against my skin. His hand comes up to grab onto my breast, the other slowly trailing down my stomach. My back is pressed against his chest now, and my breathing is becoming more erratic.

"Do you mind smelling like me for the day?" He chuckles and grabs his body wash off the top shelf above my head, the loss of contact even for a second being agonizing.

"Definitely not." I shake my head, remembering how fond I always am of his minty fresh scent.

He pours some into his hand, and with my back still pressed against his chest he begins to rub all over my body, and I'm completely unprepared for how good it feels.

He rubs over my breasts, then trails his hand down my stomach, almost reaching the one spot I'm desperate for him to be.

"I don't think this soap is good for that." He chuckles, and I'm surprised at how knowledgeable he is on the subject.

Although, he has slept with a lot of girls. I'm sure they've told him about it. He's probably showered with plenty of them.

"My mom made sure I wasn't an idiot." He whispers, and I love the fact he can read my mind. He reassures me of all my fears almost instantly, reattaching his lips to my neck.

He rinses me clean of the soap once he's finished rubbing in all of my other crevices, and finally I'm rewarded when his hand slips between my thighs.

"Oh god..." I moan when he slightly speeds up his fingers on my clit, throwing my head back against his chest.

My body is squirming in anticipation, but he holds me firmly against him, forcing me to feel all of the pleasure.

"Is your pussy throbbing yet from me?" He asks sternly. "Your clit is so swollen from what we did yesterday, I'm surprised you're able to handle this."

"I-I don't care if it hurts." I somehow manage to choke out. "I want you."

"Oh, you do?" He murmurs, and he begins to slide himself up and down my backside, and I bite my lip in pure agony. He's teasing me.

"Please." I beg, and he sucks in a sharp breath from my vulnerability.

I can tell he's losing patience with himself. He's trying to be cool, calm and collected but I can feel his dick pulsating against my backside. I can feel his chest rise and fall quickly.

"If I fuck you in this shower..." he mutters. "I won't be able to use a condom."

I nod, not even caring. I know it's unsafe, I understand that, but I'm so turned on that I'll do whatever I have to in order to feel all of him. I want to be completely skin to skin, no barriers in our way.

"I've never fucked anyone without a condom..." he says, and then pushes one finger inside of me. "But you're always so wet for me, Mads, and it'd be such a damn shame if I didn't get to feel that completely, wouldn't it?"

I nod again, completely at a loss for words. Just his finger going inside is painful, and Cam notices because he stops what he's doing.

"I won't be mad if you want to stop." He says sweetly. He's so perfect, and it makes me want him even more. "I know it was your first time last night, but I just can't seem to get enough of you."

"I want you." I pant breathlessly. "Please."

Water keeps getting into my eyes, but I blink the droplets of water away when he finally spins me around to face him. His abs are glistening from all of the water, looking like some sort of Greek god right in this shower.

He picks me up so that my legs are around his waist, and he rests my back against the wall of the shower. The tile is cold, but it's nothing compared to the fire coursing through my body.

He kisses me, and all of my worries about today disappear. His hands are supporting my ass as he holds me in place around his waist, and I'm so distracted and wrapped up in his kiss that I gasp when he suddenly slips inside of me, the burning sensation from yesterday coming back all at once.

"Oh, my god." He's hardly able to muster out, and I love the look in his eyes. His gaze softens on me, and I can see how much he loves me. I can feel it. "Baby, this is going to be quick, okay? I don't think I'll be able to last long. Are you okay? Does it hurt?"

"I'm fine." I blurt, desperate to finish. I want him to bring me to that place that only he can.

He moves again, and it's so deep this way that I can't help but cry out, resting my head against the shower wall. From the pounding hot water, to the way he's staring at me, I can tell this is going to be the best orgasm I've ever had.

"You're so vocal." He smirks, but his smile fades when he moves again. "Oh, fuck, Maddie. It's so wet this way."

Picking up his speed, he moves quickly in and out, and once the burning sensation of pain goes away and I'm used to him again, I can't think, I can't speak, all I can do is call out his name.

His thrusts become deeper, harder, until his hips are pounding against mine, giving every single inch of himself to me.

"You. Feel. So. Good." He seethes between thrusts, and I cry out again, sinking my nails into his back to somehow get out all of this pleasure.

It's building, growing stronger, and I'm right on the cusp, right on the brink of spiraling out of control until finally, he says, "baby, please come for me. Fuck, I love you."

His pleading is my release, and he can only stay inside of me for two more thrusts before he quickly pulls out and finishes right in the shower.

"Holy, fuck." He sighs before he finally is able to look at me, a permanent smile plastered to his face. "That was dangerous. Before we do that again you should get on birth control. I almost didn't pull out in time."

I can hardly walk from all of the damage he's done in the past 24 hours, and as we finish up our shower I'm barely able to sit down onto his bed, a towel of his tightly wrapped around me.

"At least you have an excuse to bring home another change of my clothes." He winks and passes me a pair of his sweatpants and a sweatshirt, and I gratefully put them on.

"And you need to take another advil before you leave." He notes when he visibly sees how uncomfortable I am. "Sorry. We probably shouldn't have done that just now. I know you're probably sore as hell."

"Eh, it's okay. It was worth it." I grin and look down at my heels, the smile instantly fading. There's no way I'm going to be able to walk in these.

"Oh, here." He follows my gaze and turns around to pull out a pair of Nike slides from the closet. "They'll be big, but probably more comfortable than those death traps."

He gives me a plastic bag to put the rest of my clothes in from last night, along with his jersey, and as we head out the door to leave he pulls me into his chest, pressing his lips quickly to mine.

"I just want to let you know that I'm never going to forget last night." He says lowly against my lips. "You were perfect, Mads. Don't go home and overthink anything, because I loved every second of it."

He knows me too well, and the butterflies erupt off all at once. I don't know how I got so lucky.

"I loved every second of it too." I tell him and hook my arms around his neck. "Best night of my life."