Page 59 of In You
My chin quivers, and my eyes flicker between his as my heart begins to race out of control. I twitch, inhaling raggedly. "Caleb!"
His fingers sink into my hair, and his hips settle hard between my legs, making me gasp.
Oh God, what is happening?
"Camilla-"
"My name is Tamryn!"
His chest swells hard beneath my fingers, his eyes flash angrily, almost desperately. The next thing I know his hands have tightened around me considerably.
"Give her to me!"he yells, and my eyes roll in the back of my head.
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Caleb
Shegasps,herfacebreaking as she clutches her fingers into my chest. My fingers tighten in her hair as I hold my breath, my eyes flickering between hers as I wait with my heart pounding painfully hard in my chest for who it is. I can't let the fact that she turned into Nathan…
Fuck.What the fuck.
What the ever lovingfuck.Is she even going to remember she killed that man?
My eyes roam her frantically, fingers gripping her tightly, just as panicked as she feels, I'm sure. This is bad. So incredibly bad I can't even wrap my brain around what's happened. It isn't until her face softens, and her big brown eyes open, looking into mine, pleading, and vulnerable, does this internal stress I've been harboring eases.
"You saved me! "she gasps. "Thank you."
Camilla. My being floods with relief so strong I hang my head with the force of it. "Oh God, love," I choke out in a thick voice, running my hands down her hair and down her neck. "Baby, are you okay?" I grab the side of her face in my palm and tilt her head up to mine.
Tears flow down her cheeks, and desperately, I lower my lips to hers in a bruising kiss.
I groan as she freezes, her lips stiffening under mine.
My fingers tighten against her. I've been in hell the last several hours, wondering if she's okay. Praying to God that I didn't break her even worse than she already is. I'm tired from disposing of three bodies, hauling the deer back to the shed, and now waiting outside the door for her to come out worried out of my mind at the state of hers because I didn't even know it was possible for a person to have an alter of the opposite sex.
But after hours of waiting, it became apparent she wouldn't come, and I just snapped.
I couldn't take it anymore.
I had to know she was okay. And if it makes me a fucked up person for forcing her hand like this, then so be it. I'm fucked up anyways.
But I think she makes me a better person.
Palming her ass, I lift her roughly to wrap her legs around my waist and step out of the tub, heading to my bedroom. I probably should be asking her for permission. I should probably be sayinganything,really. But I can't.
We need each other.
"Out,"I snap to Ringo and Tink who whine and then leave the bedroom with their tails between their legs.
I close the door on them, and turn my face to hers. We stare into each other's eyes as I walk to my bed and then lay her down softly. She blinks as I rip my wet shirt off, and then her eyes zero in on the scar on my chest before flickering back to mine.
I grab her ankle, pulling her boot off, then do the other.
She sits up completely when I sink to my knees, and I hold her eye contact as I roll her socks down and off her feet. She surprises me by pulling her shirt off, but she struggles to reach around the back to unhook her bra. I smooth my hands up her thighs and to her back, undoing it and pulling it off in one fluid movement.
Her cheeks blush red, and she crosses her arms, looking at me shyly. The difference between her expressions when she's Camilla vs when she's Tamryn is subtle, but there.
