Insomnia pt. 2

Cameron had a very hard time going to sleep. Literally. Terra had been pressed up against him for the longest time and he felt like he was about to jump out of his skin! He wished that he had the courage she did. It was clear to see that she was teasing him. He's not stupid after all, and not a virgin either. He just couldn't keep a straight face around her, it was insufferable! What's that term people use now? Oh right, simp. He was falling for Terra harder than a stone off a tall building, and he loved the journey down.

How can one small woman captivate him so entirely? He had a feeling that if Lawrence found out Cameron's fallen so hard, he'd never hear the end of it.

All Cam could think about right now was building up the courage to touch her like she did him. To run his fingers through her hair, or run them gently over her bare shoulder. Something! But every time he thought he'd worked up the courage, he thought about how soft her skin was, or how sweet her hair smelled and he clammed up.

Did all men have this hard of a time trying to love a woman? He doubted it. And since when could his feelings be categorized as love? Wasn't it just lust and confusion after being bitten by her? Did this really count? He thought back to the way she made him feel. Her snarky remarks about his clothes had made him laugh. When was the last time someone made him laugh about something so trivial? For that matter, when was the last time he'd laughed this much at all?

As he was unwrapping that box of trauma, Terra turned over in bed. The sudden cold of her departure snapped him out of his train of thought and he looked over at her. She must've woken up at some point because her breathing became erratic, as if she were having an anxiety attack. Her mother had mentioned she was prone to those in one of the many phone conversations they've had since he'd taken Terra in.

He wanted to reach out and tell her it would be okay, to comfort her in some kind of way. Ideally to kiss her and have her nuzzle up against him. With a gentle sigh, he thought if only. Right as he was about to place a hand on her shoulder, Terra shifted and grabbed something off the nightstand. For some reason he didn't want her to know he was awake. So, Cameron did what any logical man would do. He pretended to be asleep. He felt her sit up and get off the bed. Where could she be going? He peeked an eye open and saw her slip into the bathroom, too distracted by her own thoughts to notice that Cam was awake.

Maybe she needed some time to relax, like earlier? When she had her anxiety attack earlier yesterday, he had found her in the bathroom. Habit, maybe? Or perhaps a subconscious need for privacy? He pondered these options until he heard water running into the bathtub. The rumble of flowing water too deep to be the faucet in the sink.

Oh, how many ideas floated into his head unwanted? Terra taking a bath. Just with that one piece of information, and all the lewd ideas that popped into his head, Cameron was now convinced he was a pervert. It just took a special woman to bring it out of him.

He heard her rummaging around for a few minutes, cabinets and drawers opening and closing. After a short while, when the noise stopped, he heard a delicate splash and could only assume she had gotten into the water. He hoped she managed to find all the small soap bottles he put in there. He hadn't been sure of what she liked, not having the forethought to grab her toiletries while at her home that fateful night, so he had selected a few different things he thought smelled nice.

After some time had passed with no sound and Cameron deep in his own thoughts, a delicately sweet, floral smell wafted into the bedroom. He instantly knew which one she had chosen. Oranges and hibiscus. Thinking about it, how could she not have chosen that one? It matched her so well that Cam couldn't possibly think of her smelling any other way. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and tried to relax. He couldn't wait to smell it on her skin.

Some time passes and he hears another splash, followed by the drain plug being pulled. Immediately there was a quiet curse.

"f*ck"

Cameron quietly chuckled to himself. He didn't know she cursed, but it sounded cute coming from her mouth. Hearing the click of the lock on the door, Cameron pretended once more to be asleep. Though one of his many gifts as a vampire was that he could see without his eyes. After many years without light, he developed a sixth sense about his surroundings. For instance, he could tell that the first thing that Terra did when she came out was check to make sure he was still asleep. Satisfied, she exited the bathroom and tiptoed to the dresser. Knowing instantly what happened, Cam had to suppress a laugh. Her bath must have been so impromptu that she forgot to grab clean clothes.

Half opening one eye, Cameron saw that she had on the bathrobe that had been hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was about a size too big for her, which to him looked adorable. She was quietly opening and closing the drawers on the dresser to look for clothes by the light of the TV, which had been left on. Eventually she came away victorious with what looked like a lacey pair of underwear and a pair of yoga pants he distinctly remembered from putting away her clothes. In his head at the time, he had noted how tight they were, and thought of how they'd look on her. Well now, he supposed he'd get to find out.

Terra walked quietly over to the closet and looked inside. She must have noticed how large it was, because Cam could hear her small gasp. Was it really that large to her? He didn't think so. Comparatively, it was smaller than his closet, which put it at about ten by ten feet. Collecting herself, she walked in and closed the door. A few minutes later, she stepped out with the robe draped over her arm, wearing a loose fitting tank top and the yoga pants. She walked back to the bathroom to hang up the robe before checking again to see if Cameron was still asleep. Satisfied, she went around and got back in on her side of the bed.

She laid on her side, facing away from him but close enough that her rear end brushed up against his hip. Was there no end to his torture? He could smell the soap on her skin, and he could swear that it was the sweetest smell he'd ever encountered. This was going to be the longest night of his life.