Cameron didn't go away after we met in the locker room. Our relationship was very different to what I was used to. With Shreyas, everything was a do-over, but also I was consistently in uncharted territory.
With Cameron it all happened very slowly. A long process of being friends, then best friends, then sort of more than friends. The shift was so subtle that I almost didn't notice. That seemed to be a trend with Cameron and I, everything was smooth, everything fit.
"Hey mom!" I yelled as I pushed through the door of my house, Cameron trudging along behind me, his big boots tracking dirt into the house. It had been two months since the first time we met, and we were already inseparable.
"Cameron!" my mom smiled from the dining room table. "So great to see you. Dinner will be ready in ten, and please take off your shoes, your tracking dirt."
He smiled and did as he was told. "Nice to see you, Laura." He said as I pulled him towards my room.
"You know it's weird how much you love my mom, right?"
He laughed. "It's not my fault she texts me twice a day."
"It is if you respond!" I respond incredulously.
The minute my door clicked closed, a playful glint found its way into Cameron's eyes. Before I could so much as blink he had my back against a wall and his lips on mine.
I hadn't kissed anyone since Shreyas, but kissing Cameron made me forget the hurt. Our kisses were sweet and slow, the exact opposite of Shreyas's kisses which were hot and rushed. Just like our relationships, Cameron and I were not in any rush to start anything serious, while Shreyas and I had always come in rapid bursts. Though Cameron and I haven't quite defined what our relationship was, it was comforting to know he wasn't hiding me. PDA was definitely not out of Cameron's comfort zone. It was like he had to be in constant contact, like sea otters, let go and we'll drift apart.
"Hey," he said between kisses, "Scar."
I started to kiss his neck, ignoring his attempt at conversation.
"Scarlett," he said more firmly.
I groaned but pulled away from his face. "Yes?"
"I think it's time we talked about us."
I laughed. "Okay, what about us?"
Just based on his gaze I knew that it was about to get serious. He was looking at me with real adoration, like he really cared about me.
"I want you to be my girlfriend," he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.
I could lie and say I was surprised, but I had been expecting this for weeks.
"Well, I just want you to know, I have never been on a date."
He laughed along with me.
"It'll be nothing less than the best."