Laying on Camden's hard chest, I stare out the window.
His fingers lazily graze along my back, and the fingers on my left hand absent mindedly draw circles on his pec, as if I'm drawing a work of art on his silky skin. We didn't have s*x. As soon as we got in the room, we both stripped and climbed under the crisp sheets of hotel bed and just laid here.
All I wanted was to be next to him. My mind too far gone to even think about s*x.
"You did good today," he whispers, his voice husky from the thick silence.
"I didn't know what to say or do. I feel... I just want to fight you know." I reply, still staring out the window. His chest rises, as an exhale slowly spills from him.
"I know, but it's a part of it. You need to make sure this is what you want, because if you win... this part of t
