Living With The Player

**CAMILLA**

I held on loosely, if I grabbed him even an inch tighter I would remember leaning into him on his bare abs, he took a hard turn. On impulse, I fell into his chest and those memories came flooding.

Luckily, the house was right in front of us.

He stopped his bike and I jumped down like the seats were on fire. They were in some way.

I walked briskly towards the door eager to get in, take a warm shower and hopefully forget all these crazy memories. I’ve been suppressing them so why are they resurfacing? Why now?

My hands were on the doorknob when Dylan pulled them away, My formerly cold hands became hot as warmth spread through them where he touched me. I turned to face him and my eyes met with his.

This isn’t good. Those eyes were my weakness. If I hung on, I’d get flooded with more memories. That’s exactly what happened. As I stared, it was that night all over again.

Our glass clinging against the other, his eyes fixed on mine as we gulped the contents down, getting wasted with no clue of what awaits.

“No!”

I yelled then shut my eyes.

“Are you okay?”

His hands connected with my cheeks, he could be acting on purpose, pushing me to my breaking point, or the soft stroke he left at the corner was fully innocent and not intended.

I brushed them away but it was too late, they already affected me.

“Please Camilla, go to the party with me. I won’t annoy you I promise.”

He pleaded, I couldn’t look away, I can try. My resolve should last for three seconds before shattering.

“Yes.” I stumbled.

I get how this looks, but trust me it’s hard. He knows it as well.

“On one condition.” I quickly added mimicking his words.

“A condition for a condition, how sweet.”

He smiled. That knocked me off. All I got was smirks and grins, but this was a fucking genuine smile, it didn’t come to stay, but those two seconds were enough.

“What’s the condition.” His lips moved, it took a second for the words to register in my head. He’s distracting me.

“Get a grip!”

My subconscious warned. Not again. Not again. Camilla!

“You won’t try to touch me. No stroking cheeks, no hands, nothing. I’ll tag along and that’s it.”

That’s drawing the line. If he agrees, I won’t get caught up and start talking.

“Okay.”

He nodded. He didn’t argue?

“You won’t try to act cheesy or make snarky comments.”

He nodded once more as I counted with my fingers. Those were two conditions

“You won’t act like a glorified playboy to girls.”

The smirk was back after that one.

He hesitated even, but eventually gave a small nod. Three conditions.

“Lastly, if I don’t want to talk to you, you won’t force me.”

He shook his head in negation at this. My brows shot up.

“Then I’m not going.”

I almost opened the door but he shut it with his hands. I groaned getting sick of our bickering

“Okay, Okay…” He trailed off with yet another smile.

It beats smirking hands down. If only he could do it more often.

“Good. That’s all settled. As long as you don’t violate those four conditions, the night will turn out smoothly. I’ll be ready before eight pm.”

I offered a plain look and he nodded. I turned to enter.

“Camilla.”

I squeezed my eyes, swearing under my breath. He’ll be the death of me if he doesn’t stop calling my name like that. I took a deep breath and turned back to face him.

“What!”

I snapped getting impatient.

He smirked without a response. I glared about to go in.

“It’s nothing, but you’ve listed four conditions, those conditions are meant for me to agree or else you won’t tag along right?”

He arched his brows. I’ll slap him. I’ll truly smack him.

“What are you? Five? Have you been listening to a word I said? Yes. If you don’t meet those conditions, I won’t tag along as your…”

I stopped myself about to use the “d” word. He never said I was his date. Can’t get ahead of myself.

“I won’t tag along”

I corrected myself almost immediately.

“Got it. I see. Noted.”

He grinned.

“What is it? You better not…”

“Better not what? I’m just thinking out loud, nothing wrong with that. Those conditions need to be followed, I can’t help but feel you didn’t set a duration, that means it’s up to me. You didn’t say I need to keep to them throughout the night now did you? No take-is. I’ll see you at eight Camilla.”

I gasped. My lips fell open. Literally.

“And princess, you’re my date.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

He gently brushed my shoulders before passing me and going in.

Either the next thing I’m about to say was an innocent coincidence, or he was purposely taunting me. I felt his breath fan the back of my neck just as he opened the door. I have a long night ahead of me, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to put up with him.

Shit. Why did I say yes?

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