and he hung her upside down. Cammie was still limp. Her eyes were barely open. A smile played at the sides of her lips. Still, she said nothing.
“This is trust, doll. You know I won’t drop you. You aren’t even trying to squirm out of my arms. You let me come inside you. Even if you are on the pill, you trust that I wouldn’t pass along some disease. Admit it, you trust me.” He stared down at her. Her hair was brushing the floor. Her legs were wrapped around his waist. “If you don’t trust me, then we never should have done that to begin with,” he said assertively, gesturing to the messy bed.
For some reason, her trust, her faith in him mattered more than anything at that moment. He watched as her hands touched the floor. She released her legs from his waist and straightened them until she had kicked over and completed her back walkover. She stood before him, naked, her hair spilling around her shoulders looking gloriously disheveled from their lovemaking, a healthy pink glow on her cheeks.
As lovely as she looked at that moment, the effect was completely spoiled by the scowl on her face. “You are such a dick,” she said. “Why do you always have to ruin everything?” Without trying to collect her clothing, she walked with her shoulders back and head held high, naked out the door.
The next day was tense. Cammie made sure to be busy and inaccessible every time that Adam came into the kitchen. She made him a sandwich, but left it and him to eat alone in the great room. She shooed him out of the kitchen every time it looked like he might be there longer than five minutes. It was a blessing in disguise to have Sam and Haley show up late in the afternoon.
Sam walked into the house through the kitchen door with Haley by his side. He froze when he saw her hovering over the stove, stirring something in a pot while consulting her phone. “Oh, you must be Cammie. I didn’t recognize you…” His voice trailed off and she could only imagine what he was thinking.
“Hey,” she joked, “just because my parents stuck me in a hot pink bustier, that doesn’t make me a dumb blonde. It just means I had an unfortunate childhood.” She winked.
Haley walked over and gave her a hug instantly, which both shocked and pleased her. “I feel like I’m supposed to welcome you, but from the looks of it, the roles are completely reversed.” She glanced about. “Is there anything I can help you with? I am pretty good in the kitchen.”
His hands on her shoulders, Sam piped in, “She’s being modest. Haley is amazing in the kitchen. I’ve put on ten pounds since she started cooking for me.” He leaned in and kissed her neck affectionately before excusing himself. “Ladies, I’m going to go look for that infuriating brother of mine.” Then he left the room.
Cammie sighed. “He’s not kidding. That man.” She tried to play off her feelings and focus on the food, but Haley saw through her.
“Oh.” Haley said as she wandered over and sat down at the table. “Oh, you slept with Adam.” She sighed.
“What gives you that idea? And who just says that kind of thing anyway…” She frowned. This was most definitely not going the way she imagined.
“I have been to enough events with Adam and Sam that I recognize the confusion and disappointment. What did he do? Trick you? Sleep with you and dump you? Make you feel like less than you are?” She stood to take off her coat and make it obvious that she was both staying for a while and safe to confide in.
Shaking her head in shame, Cammie turned off the stove, turned back to the island, and leaning on it heavily, she finally divulged her truth. “I initiated the sex with him the first time. Ugh. If you want to split hairs, I guess the second time was pretty much my fault, too. And then he told me we shouldn’t have slept together if I didn’t trust him!” Her face was flushed with shame. “I don’t know what made me do it. It’s so…unlike me.”
Looking Haley in the eye for comfort and reassurance, she found the woman smiling at her. For some reason, that wasn’t helping. Frustrated she walked over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of soda. Just as she was about to