I woke up when I heard someone fumbling around in the dark room I found myself in. I was still quite drunk and fuzzy. I think I might have blacked out at some point because I didn't remember very much after dancing with Sven at the club.

My memory timeline was pretty much, accidental drink, another accidental drink, grinding my hips against Sven, and then nothing. Complete and utter blackness. I had nothing to grasp onto. I didn't even know where I was right now.

Nothing around me felt real.

I saw the outline of a man's perfectly chiseled back with a black-lined tattoo on one of his shoulder blades. I would have screamed and grabbed something to club him with if I didn't already know it was Cameron. I could tell it was him from the way his dark silhouette stood even without any light in the room.

We must have gone back to his house after the club. I didn't even remember leaving with him. I was barely coherent enough right now to be thankful that I was with him and not some random stranger. The good news was I knew I was safe with Cameron. I was always safe when he was around. The bad news was, I put myself in a dangerous situation and made myself vulnerable when I got drunk again.

Cameron was standing at his dresser with a blobby-looking thing in front of him. It looked like it might be the bag I brought with me tonight. He was digging through it like he was searching for something. I heard rattling and scraping as his hands were disappearing in and out of the bag. He had begun pulling stuff out of the bag and placed it on the dresser in a pile.

"Damnit." Cameron cursed under his breath as he picked up the bag and shook it until all the contents scattered in front of him. He began fingering through the pile, looking for something.

"Cami, what's wrong?" I asked sleepily as I sat up.

The sheet fell off my body and I became very aware of my complete nudity when the cool air hit my nipples. They grew stiff immediately as soon as they were exposed. I felt completely wrecked below like I had masturbated for forty-eight straight hours with a jackhammer. Every inch of my lower half burned and throbbed. I guess that meant we had sex again. From the intense ache, I could only guess that it wasn't just once.

Cameron's naked ass jumped at the question and then spun around quickly. He looked caught off guard and his expression told me I had just caught him doing something he shouldn't be doing.

"Cami, what's going on? Why do you have my bag?" My head was pounding and I was struggling to hold the contents of my stomach in. I leaned over sideways and slid down to place my flushed face on the cool, dark sheets. My knees were curled under me, which left my naked ass sticking up in the air, but I didn't really care. It needed the air too. It was way too hot in the room and if my face wasn't touching something solid, I was going to fall out of the bed. Sometimes you just had to do what you had to do.

This was definitely one of those moments for me.

"Your alarm was going off, darling. I was trying to quiet it so it didn't wake you up." He spun back around to my bag again. His hands were in my bag again, now they were going through the side pockets like he was still searching for something. I didn't hear my alarm going off, which made me even more suspicious.

Was he going through my things? What was he looking for?

Just because I was accidentally drunk didn't mean that I was using again. I hoped he wasn't going through my things thinking I was hiding my addiction again. Of course, that was probably it. I didn't know if I should be mad at him or not for thinking the worst of me. I couldn't really blame him for being suspicious. I didn't have the best track record when it came to sobriety and he always seemed to come out on the losing end of it.

"How are you doing, gorgeous?" He smiled when he glanced back over his shoulder and saw me with my face smushed against the bed. "You look a little rough, darling."

"My throat is dry, I'm still really drunk, and my butt hurts." I slurred slightly as I pushed my tangled mop of hair back from in front of my eyes.

"I'm sure it does." Cameron snickered at me.

He had something white about the size of his palm in his right hand, but I couldn't figure out what it was. His hands were moving too fast and my head was starting to throb.

What was that boy up to?

"I'll get you a glass of water in a second. Just close your eyes and lay back down, Jess. You should get some rest. You had a long night."

"Cami, I don't feel good at all." I groaned.

Cameron left my open bag on the dresser and came over to sit beside me. He pulled my face off the bed and tucked me into his naked body.

"I know, Jess. You had a lot to drink tonight. Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked as he stroked my hair.

"Can we talk tomorrow? There are six of you right now and you are all looking at me. I can't handle six of you tonight. I'm too sore." I murmured, holding on tightly to his large frame.

Cameron laughed again and shifted me around to tuck me back into bed. He rose up and went back to the dresser to place my things back in my bag. When he was finished, he began to leave the room.

"Where are you going? Don't leave me." I jumped back up and began whimpering at him.

"I'm just going to get you that glass of water and some pain reliever for your butt." He chuckled.

"Oh, ok. That sounds really nice, Cami." I fell back down against the bed and groaned. Why did everything have to hurt so much?

Cameron came back in a few minutes later with a glass of ice water and a bottle of aspirin. He placed them down on the nightstand and slid into bed next to me. He sat up against the headboard and pulled me into a seated position next to him. I began to fall over again when the room flipped upside down. He picked me up again and decided to sit me between his legs with my back against his hard chest. His skin felt cool against my burning flesh. His dick was pressed up against my back and he was already semi-hard again. There was no way I could help him with it right now. He would have to save it for later when I felt better.

He grabbed the bottle of aspirin and opened it. He shook two out into his hand and went to hand them to me. I missed grabbing them from his hand and ended up slapping him on the leg instead.

His chest was moving up and down against my back from laughter. He had smiled more in the last few minutes than the whole entire time I had been back in town. It was nice to see him like this again.

"Here, it might be easier if I help you. Open up, Jess." He whispered and I followed his command. He placed the pain reliever on my tongue and held the cold glass of ice water to my lips. Cameron raised it just enough for me to take a slow, small sip.

I tried to snatch the glass from him to swallow it all down, but he wouldn't let it go. It tasted so good and I needed more. He pulled the glass of water away and out of my reach.

"No, you have to drink slowly. I don't want you to get sick on me." He placed the glass on the table again. His hands ran over my bare skin lightly, gently stroking every of my aching body. I sunk back against him and he hugged me tightly.

"Cami," I asked.

"Hmmm." He whispered lazily. His hand had found its way to one of my nipples. He was leaning over me so he could watch as he rolled it between his fingers.

"Would you ever do something bad to hurt someone?" I asked as I thought about what Nathan told me at the hotel.

"Why are you asking me that, Jess?" His body shifted behind me and his hand stopped teasing me for just a second too long.

"I don't know. I was just curious." I tried to play it off. I didn't really think he was capable of doing what Nate said, but he had gotten into my head like he always did. He was good at making me doubt myself.

"Well, tell me what you think? You know me better than anyone else. Do you think I could?" Cam relaxed again.

"No, I don't think you could ever hurt anyone unless they were hurting someone you cared about, like when you saved me from Jenna. You are the best person I know."

"You're right, Jess. I could never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it. But there is no limit to what I would do to keep you safe." It was sweet, but something about that statement just didn't sit right with me. It felt like he was confessing to something.

Would he have done that to Nathan if he thought he was a threat to me? Would he have risked his whole entire life because of me?

I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't find the words. I don't know if I could ever live with myself if I actually knew he did something like that for me.

I wasn't worth it.

"I love you so much, Cami." I yawned and closed my eyes. I curled up in a ball against him.

"I love you too." Cameron ran his hands through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Sweet dreams, darling."