Musical Accompaniment: Lose my Breath by Rhea Robertson
Seek answers but be ready for the blood they would of you demand.
CAMERON
Of course, sleep completely eludes me.
Instead I lie awake in the dark, staring up at the honestly beautiful woodwork of the ceiling, hand pressed to my chest and barely even breathing.
My mind won’t stop racing and when I close my eyes, all I can think about is what it felt like when I was in his arms and my fingers were running through his hair.
It doesn’t matter that there’s an entire divide made out of a thousand pillows between us, my body, entirely too aware of the man less than three feet away from me, refuses to quiet .
“Go to sleep Cameron.” Earl says suddenly into the dark.
“How do you know that I wasn’t?” I fire back but there’s no heat in t
