Chapter 13

                                    

                                          
KENDALL'S POV-
                          
"Kendall, I miss you so much I'm so sorry." he breathes to me, so close to my face it takes everything in me to not connect our lips. I almost do, but then the memory of him basically ripping me apart and saying all everything to me comes back. "Kendall." he says, trying to gain my attention back. I shake my head and try to back out of his embrace. I see his face fall as I move away from him. 
                          
"Cam, I can't." I say shaking my head. I look over at Matt and he has a look of sadness on his face and I sigh. I return my gaze to Cam and he has his eyes shut, it looks like he's trying to collect himself, but I could be wrong. "I need someone steady in my life. I can't have someone that just wants me to be their play toy. You should know that... I mean rather I should've told you that. I'm sorry." I say to him. 
                          
"Kendall, please I can be what you want." he says to me and I close my eyes, trying to collect my thoughts. "Can you leave?" he snaps and the confusion that covers my face as I open my eyes and he's staring down Matt. 
                          
"Are you really going to pull that right now?" I ask him. He looks back and me and drops his head, obviously his protective nature taking over. "I'm sorry." he mumbles and it takes a lot of me not to gasp. 
                          
"Matt can you give us a couple minutes?" I ask him, begging for some alone time with Cam. He sighs and walks away from us, I assume he went into his room. I return my attention back to Cam who has his eyes on me, basically burning my skin. 
                          
I sit there in silence, weighing my options here, not sure what I want to do. "Please say something your silence is killing me." Cam admits and it tugs at my heart. 
                          
"Cam you told me straight to my face you don't do relationships and for that reason you left. I really wish you would have told me that because you were acting like we had something leading to a relationship. I talked to a couple people and they all agree with me, I need someone that is stable and is looking for something that will last, none of that just fuck and say there's no feelings there. If you can't do that, then I can't do this." I tell him and I can see in his eyes, he's considering what I say. 
                          
"So if I promise that I want a relationship with you, then we can go back to how we were before?" he questions and I nod my head, not sure if he's going to take it or not. "Okay." he says. "Okay. Lets do it." he says and I nod my head slowly, not really sure if this is happening. Did I just force him into being with me? Or does he really want this? I need to stop over thinking and go with what is handed to me. That's a serious issue I have. 
                          
"Are you sure? Because Cam if you don't want to, then you don't have to." I say to him, scared of my heart being broken again. I mean, just being around him is already making me feel a  little better, but it shouldn't. Being dependent on one person after such a short time is one of the most dangerous things ever. 
                          
"Look, I told you I don't date and there is a reason for that. A reason I will tell you at a later time. But I do like you, and I want to be around you as often as I can and if that means going outside of my boundaries then I guess I can do that for you." he says to me and I feel like that was the first time he has really opened up to me. I smile and wrap my arms around his neck and lean in to press my lips to his, but I am interrupted by a knock on the door. I drop my head back, praying silently that this goes over smoothly. 
                          
I hear Matt's door open and he looks at us, with an unsure look on his face. "Coming!" he says, letting the visitor know we are aware of their presence. 
                          
"Who's here?" Cam asks, not taking his hands off my waist. 
                          
"All I have to say to you is good luck." I say and the door opens, and as I thought I hear squealing and greetings.