Love at First Night - Chapter 134

Have you ever loved so much someone that when your body touched you got heated up by its body’s warmth? Have you ever loved someone so much that whenever you are with him your heart ached from happiness?

Have you ever loved someone so much that you couldn’t find a single reason you disliked him? Everything he did even the smallest silliest thing, meant the entire world to me.

I had never felt like that or loved that much someone until now.

Cameron stopped his car in front of his house, he went to open the door for me and took my hand for support as I walked down.

“I asked the maid to buy you a few clothes you can keep here in case you stay to sleep.” He said as he opened the closet door and slipped out a bag. He headed it to me so I opened it, inside there were two pajamas and two casual simple dresses.

He was so considerate, “thank you.” I cheered.

I changed to wear our sleeping clothes, while he only removed his shirt and changed his trousers, we were tired enough to decide to go strictly to bed.

He climbed on the bed and I reached him and then covered us with a warm blanket since I was very cold.

He turned around to face me and leaned closer, kissing me gently, “thank you for the amazing time spent together.”

I smiled,” good night.”

We kissed one more time as our hands joined together and I leaned against his chest.

We fell asleep in that comfortable sweet position.

The next morning we woke up, sun rays passed through the shatters and entered our room, enlightening his abs and his arm muscles.

His statuary body was such a blessing for me that I could stare at him for the entire day. The more I looked at him the more I felt the need to stare at him more, to contemplate his beauty. So I did, I leaned my chin on the pillow and quietly stared at him sleep, his chest lowering and lifting in a peaceful rhythm, his jaw popped out as his breath escaped from his peachy big lips.

He moved, probably feeling my intruding gaze, turning his face slightly to the side causing his long hair to cascade on his face. I stroked his hair gently quietly away from his face to allow me to the sight and right when my fingers brushed over his face, he opened his eyes.

“Good morning,” he whispered, his eyes thinned in a line still affected by the sleep.

“Good morning,” I replied.

I wished I could wake up like this every day from now on.

That would be such a great way to start my day.

He walked to the kitchen and we ate some of the cake’s leftovers.

He poured me some coffee and then cleared his voice as if he was going to say something important.

I sat on my chair and waited for him to start as I took a bite of the cake.

“Do you remember the day you came here and found me drunk and miserable?” He asked, unable to meet my gaze for the embarrassment.

I hated that he felt embarrassed because he shall know that I would never judge him for any reason in the entire world.

“I do,” I said.

He took a mouthful of cake and then swallowed down, silence lapsed over us again.

“I was in such a state because of the day: October 10. That…” his voice creaked and his eyes filled with tears but he drove them back by shutting his eyes for some seconds.

When he opened them again, his eyes were slightly irritated yet no more tears threatened to roll down his cheek.

He still looked vulnerable and fragile and I almost recognized him.

“That day my father died, when he was on the verge of death he looked me straight in the eyes and he told me it was my fault.”

I unconsciously drew my eyebrows together in confusion, how could his father’s death be his fault? And how terrible would it be for Cameron to hear his father say those words before dying? That image must have been harassing him and eating him alive. I felt so sorry for him that my heart broke in two and the blood boiled in my veins.

I didn’t intervene, I just waited patiently for him to be ready again to start again on his own.

After a brief pause, he spoke again, “My father was a terrible man, Lily. I hadn’t told you before but he didn’t have only problems with my mother. He also was cruel, he was an alcoholic who always treated my mother and me very cruelly.”

He lifted his cup of coffee, my gaze fell on his hand which held the cup which trembled vigorously, and once again his gaze flinched away to allow me to catch a glimpse of his most vulnerable self.

“One day…” his voice got stuck in his throat, “one day I was so mad at him that I released all my repressed anger and I swore him that I would have never given him a grandchild because I didn’t want my son to have his same DNA and to even share a degree of kinship with him.”

My heart narrowed the pain, as I came to the destabilizing revelation that if he still respected that swearing and that vengeance we will be the ones to suffer from it. I hadn’t thought about family yet because maybe it was still too early but I still wanted him to be the father of my kids.

Despite the distress that was rooted in my heart and the sadness that pondered over my chest, I remained in silence.. Sad for him and for what he had to go through and at the same time madly furious at his father for having caused him such a trauma that Cameron was able to sacrifice his life and his future just to chase pure devilish revenge.