Page 28 of Their Stolen Kisses
Now that he’d seen all of me, and I’d seen all of him - would anything change? To be so close in the bedroom, then just walk back out into the world like nothing happened...
Finally, I did bestir myself to find the bathroom, and I did wake Cameron. I finished my business and came back into the bedroom. We had slept naked together and he had seen everything I had to offer, but I still wanted to find my clothes and get them on quickly.
He seemed to sense my mood, because he had my clothes waiting on the bed when I got back.
“Good morning,” he said as we both began to dress. It was such an ordinary, conversational thing to say, and I jumped onto it with comments of my own. We had a normal, non-sexual conversation, fixed breakfast, and ate in the living room with Noah. I might have had a morning like this anytime I nannied Noah.
But did that mean nothing changed? No, plenty of things changed - but only for the better. Cameron and I spent more and more time with each other after that night. Sometimes after Noah went to bed we sat around just talking, other times Noah played at our feet.
The dynamics of our relationship didn’t change - the most important things that had brought us together remained. We did, however, grow more and more open with each other as the weeks passed by.
Cameron talked about the sex games he had become addicted to, and I told him he’d broken that addiction. I told him more of how my father had verbally abused me, and Cameron showered me with the truth in his eyes. “Diana, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen...”
