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from Don't Let Go by Karla Martinez

Copyright © 2019 Karla Martinez

My Turn

"Aren't you in the middle of something?" I asked, for once my voice sounded normal when I talked to him. He gave my sister a quick glance, and then back to me.

"I'm taking a break." he breathed out the words, reaching out for a strawberry from Rocky's plate.

My eyes followed his every movement. He relaxed in the booth. His honey eyes gazing directly at me, making me a little self-conscious. Every time I thought I knew the real Cameron, he turned out to be someone so strange. So mysterious that, it made me even more nervous to be alone with him. Cameron sighed, stretching his arms behind his neck, making his hair bounce to cover half of his face. It wasn't long, but it was kind of wild.

"I'm just helping a friend," he said, I could feel a tingling sensation in the middle of my back. Goosebumps, the kind of goosebumps a person got by listening to a really good song, especially when all the notes were being hit.

"Right..." I said still in a normal tone, I was proud of myself for containing it.

"Is that what you call it?" I asked, trying to sound as simple as he did. His eyes turned even more intense. I counted to ten, so I could control myself, taking a sip of cold water, to make it easier to hold in his gaze.

"Cameron, why are you telling me this?" I asked my voice low, but with a hint of annoyance for not getting him.

I wanted to understand what he was trying to do with me, the only friend he had that wasn't trying to mess with him. I loved him, but that wasn't an option. I didn't want that from him. He took a minute looking at me.

My heart jumped as Cameron's hand reached out towards me, but I didn't move at all. Taking a strand of my blonde locks, his face inches away from mine. Perfectly emotionless, eyes so intense that opened up a hole in my stomach.

There was no way that this wasn't catching everybody's attention. Even for the elderly people in the restaurant, I could feel everyone's glares at us but this was the kind of person Cameron was. He didn't care what people thought of his actions. He was cocky and nonchalant about his surroundings. In that, he was just like Aubrey, maybe that's why they were such good "friends". Yeah, Right. I said remembering their little encounter.

"You actually like me, don't you?" he whispered in the sweetest loving tone he had ever done. What!

His eyes showing nothing but pride. Delighted to be right, filling up his ego, his breath reaching my face, tickling my skin. Catching me off guard with that kind of question. I could feel my ears getting hotter with embarrassment. Blood rushing to my face, my heart beating faster than it was supposed to and that was not good.

"I'm kidding, of course, you don't." his voice a little disappointed this time.

Letting out a loud sigh he sat back down. For a moment, I wondered what was really his intention. Was I really that similar looking to his ex? Is that why he was try...

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