Cleo's POV.

I yawn as I lay down on my bed. I'm so tired and I'm glad my head isn't as painful as it was earlier today after I bumped my head. The party is still going on downstairs, which my family decided it was a good idea to have the party at my house. Mason, is the centre of attention and I couldn't be any happier that his birthday wasn't as bad as it looked.

Yes, everything happened so fast and as I sit here with Cameron, I'm starting to believe that Cameron probably had nothing to do with Kevin coming in contact with me. I was trying to convince myself that Cameron has a beautiful heart. I'm sure Kevin has a beautiful heart as well but maybe he just doesn't know it yet.

The tears stopped falling the moment Cameron told me he had nothing to do with Kevin's unexpected arrival. As much as I want to jump into Cameron's arms and hug him, kiss his guilt away, kiss that frown that now settles on his beautiful forehead and apologize for accusing him of Kevin's arrival, I can't bring myself to talk right now. I feel so bad for accusing Cameron just because he is Kevin's brother.

It's not my place to be angry. Cameron should be the one yelling at me. He should be the one to accuse me of not telling him the name of the guy who got me pregnant and broke my heart.

I need some time to figure out what I'm going to do next.

He needs some time to figure out what he wants next.

If he wants to take our friendship relationship to the next level I'll gladly go with it because I like him. I feel like I'm in high school having a crush on the hottest guy in school.

I might not love Cameron but I like him enough to know that I might just love him back. It might not be soon but I know it will happen.

The past three weeks have been super tiring and depressing. I haven't been thinking clearly and it's hard. I've been so weak for the past three weeks that I haven't realised that I have dark circles around my eyes. Since the day I saw Kevin, I haven't been sleeping properly. It's like I'm back to last year.

Last year I've been struggling to sleep, since the day Kevin ran out of my life.

Now, I'm struggling to sleep because I want him out of my life.

This time it's my choice. I decide if I want him with me. He doesn't get to decide whether he is comfortable staying with me or not, because I'm not comfortable staying with him. I'm not comfortable with the idea of him and I together, not even as friends.

Do you think I want to live the rest of my life with Kevin, being reminded of how painful it was to lose my first love? Yes. You read it, my first love. And my first child. I lost my child to a stranger because of Kevin. It might be my fault as well but not completely.

I don't know what to feel or think.

"I'm sorry I never told you when I found out that Kevin was the guy who got you pregant. That Kevin was the one who broke your heart. That you suffered so many therapists and. . ." He stops when he sees my mouth hanging open. "Mason told me everything."

"Mason!' I whisper shout to myself. Why is everyone telling Cameron about what happened last year. Why can't I be the one to tell him. He is technically my date.

"Yeah. I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I never intended for the past three weeks to go the way it did. I really like you. I wanted to propose that day just to get your attention, but May told me that it was a stupid way to get your attention, but I never had time to think about an agenda." Cameron tells me, shifting in his seat, "I never really believe in Love At First Sight, but when I saw you, you instantly turned my world upside down. I know, this is stupid and I sound like jock that want's to get in your pants but, believe, I'm better than that. After the two weeks of spending time with you, I fell in love. I-I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry for how the past three weeks have been and that I love you." I feel heat rushing to my cheeks and I look away. His apology is so sweet. This isn't his fault. The fact that I blamed him, is so low, for me as well.

Before he can say another word, I'm embracing him in a big bear hug. I've never felt so wanted before. Cameron is so different from any guy I've met. Wait, not any guy. There was one guy, everyone saw him as a nerd but he was an amazing jock. He was a nice guy, so sweet, so caring. We dated for almost two year straight! Eventually, he had to move to Washington DC. I thought to myself I might as well move with him seeing as I was old enough. He told me that Vancouver is not a place I should want to move from. I've got so much family here but I got many family's in Seattle as well. Unfortunately, long distance relationship does not work for me, so we had to break up. At this point, I miss him but I don't think I love him intimately anymore. If he ever decides on coming back, or even visiting, I'd consider him as a brother.

He is a good guy and I wouldn't want to hurt him again. He was so sad that we had to break up but he understood. I mean, where would he be when I need a hug, when I'm sad, when I'm furious. He wouldn't be comforting me, he would comfort another girl. There are so much pretty girls in Seattle and most of them aren't too on top of others. I'm sure he has a girlfriend, he might even be married by now. He is twenty-nine, two years older than I am.

"Can I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us. If you don't want to, it's okay. If you never forgave me yet, it's okay really, I know you need time and. . ."

"I would love to," I cut him off, still hugging him with my arms wrapped around his handsomely broad shoulders. I don't know, how someone can be this big and looks super handsome. I've never dated guys who are this handsomely huge. Except Kevin but that is besides the point. " I would love to go out with you, Cameron."

I move myself away from him and his lips quickly capture mine. Not forcefully but intimately. The kiss is slow and steady that it makes my stomach slur. He licks my bottom lip, obviously asking for entrance and I gladly give it to him. Unlike the slow kiss we had only a few seconds ago, this one is greedy and so intimate. A small groan accidentally leaves my lips and my eyes snap open. Why the hell am I groaning it's only a kiss!

Yeah, which you are taking a little bit too far by groaning. You know guys can't control their hormones.

My inner voice, scolds me. I never asked for her say in this so I don't know why she's telling me what to do. I don't want to have a conversation with my inner voice so I push her to the back of my head. I don't need her right now.

I close my eyes again as Cameron's arm finds it's way around my waist. I place my hand on his cheek, my thumb caressing his sharp jaw. The door to my room snaps open and I quickly move away, covering my mouth.

"Hey, Cleo, Mason's looking for you." Theodore, my cousin says to me and I nod at him, letting him know I'll be down in a minute. He leaves, obviously leaving the door open.

"I could get use to your lips," I hear Cameron say as I get off the bed, climbing into my hills. I turn to face him, my eyes are probably so wide and my cheeks feels so hot. He takes in my reaction and a deep chuckle escapes his beautiful soft lips. His lips aren't full but it's so freaking soft. "Third kiss since I met you, I'm starting to get addicted to your lips." I feel like smacking the smirk off his lips, or kissing it off his lips? I don't know, I think the second option might work.

"Then I hope we can both agree on taking you to rehab." I'm the one smirking now as Cameron moves closer to me. His arm goes around my waist and he pulls me close to his chest. His cologne takes over and I place both my hands flat on his broad chest.

"I don't think rehab has the ability to help me, because I don't think anyone will be able to get over your soft addict lips." He says and I giggle.

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, Cammy boy." I can't help the grin that takes over my features and he pecks my lips.

"Cleo!"

I hear someone shout and I wiggle out of Cameron's hold and run out. Not looking back. Too embarrassed to look back. When I get downstairs, Mason is sitting on the floor. Many presents stacked in front of him. I can't wait for him to see what I got for him. I saved money for over a year and I still got change from what I bought Mason. Three expensive gifts is something really worth giving Mason. Mason has been there for me through thick and thin. Since I was born, I've had a onnection with Mason.

"I wanted to open your gift first!" Mason yells over the music and someone turns the volume down.

"Gifts," I correct him and a grin takes over. "And you can open my gift last. I mean, you gotta save the best for last now." Everyone starts laughing and I giggle.

"Let me correct you, save the worst for last because I got him the best gift here!" I hear someone shout and I look around to see who could get a better gift than me.

My eyes land on André, my brother's best friend has always been one for competition. The fact that he wants to compete against me is simply not surprising. My brother wanted a virtual reality headset for as long as I can remember and he'd be so happy that I got it for him. If André beats me by making him happier with his gift, I'd probably giving a few punches and smash his head against the wall.

I'm surprised by my way of thinking but it's true. He knows how much I really want Mason to like my gifts and yet, he stands there trying to compete with me. It's not the way I want this night to go, but if he is asking for a competition, I'd gladly give it to him knowing I'm going to win.

"Dré, no competition tonight. You know she can't handle losing.' My brothers second best friend, Kenneth, Ken for short, says and I gasp, trying to sound offended when in reality, I'm furious.

"You think I'm going to lose? Just because I never had the best gift two years ago, doesn't mean I don't have an amazing one this year," I say, rolling my eyes at the both of them, "and by the way, your zippers are down." I say, and a smirk is on my lips when both of them looks down, only to be reminded that they're not wearing jeans, they're wearing tracksuit bottoms.

"Good one Cleo, really, good one." André salutes his glass at me and I shrug.

"I try. These gifts aren't opening, themselves, are they?"

Mason starts opening gifts from my cousin's and a few friends, who I specifically told they did not need to get Mason anything. Mason smiles, thanking everyone and hugging every person who's a gift he just opened when he gets to mine, I stand up from the chair seated across from Mason.

"I told you, keep my gifts for last." I smile as he takes André's gift and starts opening it. I stare at André who watches Mason closely. I hear Mason roaring with excitement and happy laughter coming from him.

"You've got to be shitting me! No way!" Mason yells at André, obviously not believing what he just got from his best friend.

"Yes, way." André grins and it sends shivers down my spine. Not the part where he grins, the part where he probably won.

"Man, fuck. I can't believe you got me the Original Star Wars patent poster prints!" Mason stands up and gives André a brotherly hug.

"The frames weren't included so, you'll have to buy your own," André says as they separate from their weirdly long hug.

"It's okay, man thanks!" He looks at Kenneth and he smiles. "I know what you got me, I'll collect it tomorrow," he turns his attention to me. "Time to open your gifts!"

When he sits back down, my palms become sweaty. What if he doesn't like what I got him? What if it's too cheap? What if it's a bad gift, and Andrés is better.

Chill girl, it's only Mason. He'll like whatever you get him, even if it's just a cup with his face on it!

My inner voice says and I smile at how advising she is to me right now. I never knew she had a heart. Though, I didn't know.

"Okay, first we got. . ." Mason's looks at his first gift. The headset. "I thought you couldn't get me this!" Mason inspects the gift, trying to see if the gift is just a joke or not. "I can't believe you got this for me." He smiles and it takes every ounce of me to not look at André.

My brother opens his second gift and starts shouting with excitement. He is so happy that it makes me want to cry. "Seriously Cleo, a Casey Slipper and a Wooden Docking Station! Thank you, god this is the best gifts I've ever gotten." He stands to hug me and I gladly run into his arms. The familiar warmth of Mason's body is overwhelming. I love my brother so much.

After our long, not awkward hug, I turn to André and Kenneth. "So. . . I guess I won."

"You might've won this time, but we'll see next year," Ken says, rolling his eyes in that defeated way. The way I know I won this and he is giving up. He turns to look at Mason is smiles, "hey Mason, why don't you bring your little sister with you tomorrow to check out the gift I bought you, then we'll know who won!"

"Sure. I mean if she would want to go. You don't have to go if you don't want to." Mason assures.

"No, I'll go. There is no way these two are going to win against me, especially you, Kenneth!" My smirk is now so big that it hurts my cheekbones.

I look at André who is now checking my cousin out. André and his playboy ways. He is a handsome guy, he's the bad boy everyone girl wants in bed. But this girl wanted him as a boyfriend. When I was eighteen-nineteen years old, I wanted to have André as my boyfriend. He always comes to visit my brother and I would always enter the living room or my brother's room asking them if they wanted something to eat or drink. André being the asshole that he was - probably still is, knew I liked him so he started torturing me.

By torturing I mean he constantly talked to me about how he had fun with this "chick". When he leaves and says his goodbyes, he would always kiss my cheek and whisper "bye baby girl".

From that day, I knew he knew I liked him. So I started hating his guts. Still hate his guts, right now as I stand here, staring at André. My eyes land on Kenneth and he is talking and laughing with my cousin Sloan.

Kenneth on the hand isn't as bad he looks. Not that kind of bad, I meant the kind of bad where he isn't a baby Kenneth owns a bakery shop and is very determined. He doesn't sleep around, he is always looking to settle down. I don't know why I never had a crush on Kenneth, he is handsome.

People would think of Kenneth as a geek just by look at him, but if you look closely you'll see a bad boy inside, just waiting to be revealed. Kenneth has humour, he has so much humour that it kills me. He is annoying sometimes but that's it. I never hated Kenneth like I did André.

Kenneth is like Cameron. They are both super handsome - Cameron mostly - and they both like sweeping girls off their feet. Kenneth likes torturing me - playfully just like Cameron. The only difference between the two is that I think of Ken as an older brother and Cameron as the guy I like.

I can tell you about everyone in this room because everyone has a past. A tap on my shoulder brings me out of my trance of everyone and I turn to see Cameron staring down at me, with amusement laced in his eyes. It's going to be a long night, again.

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