Kara The early afternoon sun pierced through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cabin as I stumbled out of bed, stood in front of Cameron's Christmas tree, blinking my eyes slowly at it. Even with my head still clouded with sleep, I couldn't stop the stupid smile that spread on my lips. Cameron made this for me and had wrapped all the pretty gift boxes that I opened a few hours earlier. The Christmas tree looked perfect. It was a real tree, and the smell of pine floated in the air, fresh and clean and green. I wondered if he cut it himself or bought it at the—Damnit, I need coffee. But I just stood there, yawning, looking at Cameron's tree. The tiny koala and monkey toy hanging on it grinned at me. The way he hung the Christmas ornaments looked symmetrical, as though he had used a ruler to measure the distance between them. I plucked several and repositioned them chaotically. There. It was Cameron and Kara's tree now. Grinning goofily, I looked behind me, at the beautiful sleeping Adonis on the bed. Cameron slept on his stomach, arms hooked under the pillow, one side of his angelic face visible to me. He'd kicked off the covers. And he was naked. I bit my lip, shivering. Not because I was cold, but because I was remembering...things from last night. Dirty things. Lift your hips a little higher. Fuck, yeah. That's it, Kara. I wanna eat the fuck out of you. You're so wet. You feel so damn good. I love fucking you, baby. Omigod. I bit my lip harder, covering my mouth with my hands because I was starting to squeal. Maybe I didn't need that coffee after all. Cameron likes to talk dirty, and it turns me on so much. I think it turns him on when I respond to it. I had lost track how many times we had each other last night. Or I should say this morning. We only took a break to eat. He made us egg sandwiches while I opened my presents. Some of the gifts he bought me were a state-of-the-art coffee maker that could probably drive me to work, excellent quality coffee beans, a frog the size of a small dog that I could place beside the welcome mat on the front door. When I pressed the top of its head it croaked out a welcome, go away! song. It was so cute. And of course, there was a gift-wrapped box of condoms. He came prepared. After that, we were at it again. My knees trembled, and I winced when I felt the soreness between my legs. It felt like I swam the whole ocean with Nemo and Dory. You slept with Cameron last night and you're comparing it to swimming with two fishes who got lost in the sea? That wasn't the point though. Cameron's skin looked so soft in the sunlight. I couldn't resist anymore. I went back to bed, carefully plastering my body against his back. And when I felt how scorching hot and smooth his skin was against me, I moaned and realized I was still naked. He shifted a little, groaning huskily, the sound making me feel some type of way. "Kara." "Go back to sleep, Cam," I whispered on his back, leaving a soft kiss on his neck. I laid my cheek on his naked back, marvelling that I could have him like this and feeling so happy I could sing. He slept soundlessly and deeply. I knew he normally woke up at dawn, but since he was up at dawn doing...me, we slept until the afternoon. I wouldn't wake him up for the world. I grabbed my phone, tripped my way to the bathroom, wincing at the soreness I felt. I startled when I spotted what was on the counter. A hairbrush and a toothbrush still in their packaging, an iron with a pink bow on it. More presents. I went soft all over, giggling. Who would have thought that Cameron Jeremiah St. Laurent was this sweet? I wondered when he had time to prepare all of this. When I spotted my reflection in the mirror, I wasn't even surprised. My hair looked like a hurricane, but I really didn't care. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes sparkled with happiness. I looked...pretty. And drunk from love. A tear fell on my cheek, and I pulled back as if something had struck me. What the hell? What's this? Why am I crying? Because last night, Cameron had given me his body...and his heart. And I had given him mine. There were no I love yous spoken, but I felt that he did. Weren't his kisses, his touch, his gentle caring, his desire and passion for me declarations of love? Weren't those things more honest than words? Words could be empty and easy. Actions proved one's truth. I recognized Cameron's truth, especially when he found words difficult at times. His language was through his actions, his touch. And I heard and felt them very clearly. I'd be a hypocrite if I said I didn't want to hear the words from him, but for now what we had was enough, more than enough. We hadn't even been together that long yet. Patience, my child. Last night he had been a very attentive, very generous lover, I thought as I hopped in the shower, tried to figure out the settings. I closed my eyes, let the warm water soothe my body. My nipples felt swollen, my legs, even my lips from him sucking on them. There were small aches everywhere in my body, but they were...delicious. So, this is what it feels like. Something had changed. There was a different kind of awareness inside me, a confidence, an appreciation for my body that I could only get from experiencing something life-altering. Cameron had worshipped my body, thoroughly loved it. He made me feel cherished. It melted my heart. And I hoped I made him feel the same way. Made him feel the same way... It was my first time, but it wasn't his. He'd been had before by a lot of women, but I knew they didn't mean anything to him. I knew it, and I wasn't jealous. Maybe a little, but I knew that I'm his present and his future. But there was a niggling feeling, a possessive one worming its way into the dark recesses of my mind. The thought of another woman touching him drove me crazy. I wasn't sure if it was because I knew now what it was like to have all of him, but... Was this why Cameron got jealous of Damon touching me? It was so ridiculous for Cameron to be jealous of Damon—Damon's my brother—but if our roles were reversed, what would I feel? Ugh. I'll figure it out. Why is everything so complicated? My feelings hadn't changed about my friendship with Damon, but I understood Cameron's feelings about it more now. And maybe I'd be more mindful next time. Holy shit, sex made my brain level up, didn't it? Whale then, get some more, girl! I will. For me it would only be with the right person, and that was Cameron. God knows my mother slept around, but she'd never levelled up, I thought darkly, rinsed off the shampoo and soap from my body. Which reminded me, I should quickly check on my dad and Dylan, send them a quick text. I laughed quietly when I read Dylan's message. It was a selfie of him, Dad and Damon in the garage eating croissants that Damon's mom Antoinette made. I missed those. Does Cameron like croissants? Maybe I'd bring him some at work. I was glad Dylan and Dad made up. I knew they would. Wait, was that Thomas behind them? Oh right, he'd said he was going to drop by for an oil change. I wondered if I could gather everyone together for Christmas dinner. I wished Tala and Mrs. B were here too. Shit, it's cold. I quickly dried myself with a towel I found in the cupboard, pulled some of Cameron's gigantic clothes from the tiny closet in the bathroom and put them on. Since I didn't bring mine, I used Cameron's aftershave as a face lotion, brushed my teeth, then my hair using the items he bought for me. It was going to take forever to dry my hair without a hairdryer. Dry it by the fire while you stare at his naked deliciously muscular body, why don't you? Great idea. I was just coming up with a lot of them this morning and I hadn't even had coffee yet. Maybe sex is the new coffee. Yeah, right, I thought sarcastically, already imagining the taste in my mouth. But when I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Cameron sleeping peacefully on his bed, I stopped in my tracks. His cabin was airy and spacious with an open concept layout. If I moved around and started doing things, he'd hear me and might wake up. I bet he never sleeps in. I grabbed my jacket, secured my damp hair with a new dry towel so I wouldn't freeze to death, slipped into my boots and quietly walked outside.