Cameron was busy doing sit-ups in his living room when I walked into his house without knocking. Sweat was pouring down his face. The muscles under his skin were tight and clenched as he counted to himself.

Oh, my word. He was so fucking hot.

"Hey, darling." He sat up and looked over at me with a small smile forming on his lips.

"I came back." My feet were stuck to the floor as I stared hard at his glistening skin. He looked like he was covered in a thick sugary glaze. Cameron Nash was about to give me a cavity. He was so delectable.

"You did." He smiled as he leaned back and then sat up again. He did it a few more times just to make sure I could see what I had been missing for the last two years.

After the last rep, he sat up and placed his elbows on his knees. He pushed his sweaty hair back off his forehead. His little dimple poked out when he caught me looking at the delicious lines that led to my favorite body part.

"Do you need more time? I can come back later." I offered as I snapped out of my trance.

"No, I just want to work out my arms a bit and then I'll hit the shower. I'm off today, so you can have me all to yourself the rest of the night if you're interested. I thought maybe we could just hang out at the house, order in, and watch a movie or something. Spend some time together like we used to."

"Yes, please." Good Jessa was already ripping off her clothes. I was starting to get worried about her. I think she might be a little bit of a nymphomaniac.

"Get over here." He commanded.

"Why?"

"I told you I wanted to work out my arms."

"Why do you need me for that?" I raised my eyebrow. I did not come over here to work out with him. I didn't mind sitting on the couch and watching him, but I was not going to make my body move if I didn't have to. I didn't do the workout thing.

"I'm going to bench press you."

"Oh no, you are not. I will break you, sir." I waved my hands in protest.

"Is that a challenge? Want to make a bet?" He raised an eyebrow.

"No bets, you play dirty and I always seem to lose. Besides, it is the truth. I will crush you." I was not light, even though he always managed to fling me around whenever he wanted.

"Well, if you won't let me bench press you, you can come lay under me and I can do naked pushups instead." He smiled.

I paused a second too long to think about it and he began to stick his fingers in the waistband of his shorts like he was going to pull them off.

"Naked pushups it is."

"Cameron, stop." I squealed like a preteen girl at a boy band concert. My cheeks were flushed even thinking about it.

"Then get over here. You have five seconds before my pants come off. Five...four...three..." He began counting down.

He laid down on his back and motioned for me to come over. I hurriedly kicked off my shoes and followed his directions against my better judgment. I was about to put him in the hospital when I crushed him.

"Come on, lay on my hands." He said, holding them up in the air.

"This is such a bad idea. You know we are adults now, right? We are too old for this stuff, Cami." I complained, leaning into him.

"Nonsense Jess. You and I will never get too old for this." He laughed.

I placed all my weight on Cameron's arms and balanced on him. He positioned his hands to make sure I was secured and began moving his arms down and up again.

He began counting with every repetition. When he got to ten, I began to lose my balance. He didn't notice and started going for eleven. I fell off his hands and came crashing down over his body with a thud.

"Ooofff." I groaned as I landed across him sideways.

He took the opportunity to run his hand over my ass which was somehow perfectly sticking up as I laid sideways across his chest. He reached his arm back and smacked it hard. My hands flew back to protect my stinging skin and he pushed them away.

"Poor baby. Did that hurt?" He was smiling as he began to rub the spot he drilled. I didn't fail to notice his thumb found its way down between my legs and ran over my slit as he soothed the delicious ache.

"You are a turd muffin." I grumped as he continued to rub me and grope my ass.

He finally let go of my butt and was cracking up as he maneuvered me around to lay completely on top of his sweaty body.

"You are so adorable, Jess." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me all over my face playfully. I had to admit I was enjoying it even though I wasn't sure what was going on between us right now.

"Eww, you're wet." I tried to push his sweaty body away. I knew there was no way I could win a battle with him, but I couldn't give in that easily to him.

"Yeah, you probably are too." He laughed as he slid his hands under my sweatshirt to trace the waistband on my leggings. I shivered from his soft touch.

"Is this just about sex for you?" I asked and then bit my tongue.

I didn't mean to say that thought out loud. I had been wondering it since the first night I was back in town. He said a lot of things that night that shook me and made me question things between us. We weren't in a relationship right now and were in this odd back and forth. I was scared to get attached to him again if there was no way we could find a way to work this out.

His face went completely serious.

"Jess, this has never just been about sex. I don't want you to think that is the only thing we have. It has always been more than that for us. Is that what you think?" He cradled me to him.

"When is a relationship not about sex?" I didn't intend on getting into some philosophical debate with him. I just needed some indication of where we stood—just a little sign telling me that there might be hope.

"When it is a real one." He looked me dead in the eye.

"I am not following you. Are you saying if our relationship is real, we shouldn't want to have sex all the time with each other?"

"No, I'm definitely not saying that at all. I am saying if the relationship is only about getting each other off, then it is often missing the point of what being in a relationship is about. Amazing sex is like whipped cream on a sundae. It adds to it, but it is still a sundae even if it's not there. It's not the whipped cream that makes it. It's everything else that goes into it that makes it what it is."

"But I really like whipped cream." I pouted.

"Yeah, I do too, but eventually the stupid store-bought can will run out one day and if that is the only thing that is on the sundae, then you just have plain old boring ice cream. What I am trying to say is at some point, that part is not enough to hold a weak relationship together. A couple can have great chemistry in bed and be terrible for each other."

"Is that what we are? Are we terrible for each other?"

"Are you saying you have only ever been with me because I have whipped cream on my sundae?" He raised his eyebrow.

"No."

"Think about it. Why were you with me? Why were we together?"

"I want to be with you because you make me laugh, you don't ever let me get too into my own head, and you challenge me in a good way. You are caring and would give anything to help anyone, even if it meant you sacrifice your own well-being in the process. You are kind, fearless, and patient with me even when I push your buttons just because I'm bored and I know I can." The words tumbled out without even a thought.

"First of all, don't you dare think that I didn't hear you just say that you want to be with me." He pressed his lips to my temple and ran his hand through my hair.

"No, I didn't." I buried my head into his chest. I was lying and he knew it. I said it accidentally, but I had meant every word.

"You did. But we will get back to that part a little later. Did you notice not one of those things you said were about my glorious, awe-inspiring, orgasm-inducing manhood?" He chuckled.

"I guess not." I hated when he did this to me, but it was strangely eye-opening—a little cocky, but eye-opening nonetheless.

"That's what love is, Jessa. It is being with someone because they build you up. It is wanting to share everything with someone because they make you stronger." He added.

"None of that sounds like me. I am a lot to deal with."

"It is you, darling. You have opened my eyes to a whole new way to look at the world. You have a light inside you that burns brighter than anyone else I have ever met in my life. You are driven and passionate. You know what you want and you have never been afraid to go after it. You always have and always will."

"But I'm insane. You are making it sound like I am this wonderful, amazing person, but I'm not. I'm pretty screwed up." After everything I had done over the years, I didn't understand how he still believed in me the way he did.

"You're not crazy. You do have a condition, but that doesn't make you any less of a person because of it. It makes you more resilient than the rest of us. Don't ever sell yourself short. You are completely perfect the way you are. I would never want you to be anyone else. If you were, you wouldn't be my Jessa any longer. I want you to be her. I am head over heels in love with her." He smiled at me as he tucked some of my loose strands of hair behind my ear.

I leaned in and kissed his lips as I tried to hold back the little tears. I missed him so much. The sad, tortured boy I ran into when I got back into town had left the building. My Cameron was back and I had fucking missed him.

He pulled me in deeper and took control of the kiss. He coaxed my lips open with his own and then slid his tongue in to find mine. I let out a contented sigh of relief as he kissed me like he needed me too.

I broke the kiss first and laid my head on his chest to listen to his heartbeat for a little while. It was beating faster than normal from the workout and up close and personal contact. I closed my eyes, relaxing with every second that passed.

"How did you get so smart, Cami?" I snuggled deeper into him.

"I watch a lot of tv and movies. I can't take any credit for anything I say. It is probably just something I heard at some point that stuck in my head that made sense." His deep voice rumbled in his chest. I could feel the vibration as he spoke.

"I'll look it up online tonight. If I find it, you owe me a new speech." I smiled into him.

"It's a deal, darling." He chuckled as he snuggled into me as tight as he could. "By the way, what happened to your cheek?"

"I tripped over Puddles and hit my face." I lied.

"Poor baby. It looks like it hurts. Let me make it better." Cameron leaned down and gently kissed it.

"Mmmmm..." Relief washed over me as his tenderness took a little of my pain away.

My eyes were slowly closing and I started drifting off. I was so tired. Late nights and Nathan reappearances had really worn me down. I felt safe in Cameron's arms. Nothing could touch me here.

This was right where I was supposed to be.

"Hey Jess, as much as I would love to stay here like this all night. I think I need to take a shower." He traced his fingers up and down my arm as he held me close.

I nodded and climbed off of him. He reached his hand out to me and I took it to try to help him up. It was more to keep contact with him because there was no way my puny arms could pull his large, lean body up. I went to let go of his hand as soon as he got to his feet and he refused to let it happen. He led me back to his bedroom to follow him.

"Lay down and take a little nap while I clean up. I know you didn't get much sleep last night." He kissed my head and went into the bathroom.

Like an awkward lurker, I watched him remove his workout shorts and reach into the shower to turn it on. Cam stepped into the glass shower and shut the door. He ducked his head under the shower head and the little beads of water began falling down over his skin. My eyes followed the path the trails took until they fell on the tile below. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. I was afraid he would disappear if I closed my eyes.

"Jessa, go lay down now." He scolded me.

I was going to lay down alright and I was going to make sure he laid down right along with me when he was finished. I disrobed and climbed into his bed. He did say he was mine for the rest of the night and he looked really fantastic naked in the shower.

When Cameron was finished he came back into the bedroom.  He smiled down at me when he saw me curled up under his blankets. I had my hand between my thighs, already working myself over. I was already on the edge of my orgasm and was moaning his name.

"Am I going to have to superglue your clothes on you so you can't take them off?" He raised an eyebrow at me. He was one to talk. He was just wearing a towel that hung too low on his hips. The v-shaped lines on his fabulously lean but muscular torso should be outlawed.

"But I'm so much more fun without them. Want to come see?" I panted out breathlessly.

Cameron dropped the towel immediately.  He was clearly up for it. He pulled the blankets off of me and smiled when I leaned my weight back on my hands. I spread my legs to give him a better view of how much I wanted him.

"Nice. I think I can work with this." He nodded down at me in approval.