September
HARRY STYLES
"Hey, sorry I don't know if you're at the studio or just busy, but I picked up some weed from someone at work and I was just wondering if you wanna come to smoke it with me...y'know, cross that off my kink list? I'm home all day so just let me know. K, bye."
I laughed to myself as I twisted my keys in the ignition, shooting Camden a quick text to let her know that I was leaving the studio now. It would take me longer to get there, but she assured me she was in no major rush.
Ever since that night at the club, we had seen each other at least five days a week. We never spoke about why we both went that week and a half without reaching out to the other, but I realized that it was just a moment of weakness for me, that's all. For a second there, I thought I was starting to have feelings for her, when in fact I was just addicted to the way she made me feel physically. It just took me a minute to separate the emotions from it all.
But now we were back to our regularly scheduled sex, with the occasional sleepover after getting the first one out of the way. If it was past 2 AM we'd end up sleeping at whoever's place we were in, but other than that we kept up the agreement to sleep in separate beds.
I guess the only confusing thing for me was that I no longer felt the need to sleep with anyone else now that I had her, but I had no idea what she was doing when I wasn't around. It's not like I would have the right to get mad at her if she was sleeping with other people, but I still wanted to know without asking her.
It was just about dusk by the time I was pulling up in front of her place, the setting sun painting her humble white flat a deep golden shade of cream. I hopped out of the car and tried the front door when she had started leaving it open for me, and I briefly thought that anyone could have just walked in there and done whatever they wanted as I let myself in.
"Cam?" I called out.
"In my room! Can you lock the door please?"
I switched the lock and kicked my shoes off in the entryway to make my way to her room down the hall. She was laying back on her bed with damp hair, wearing a pair of little grey cotton shorts and a tight white tank top. No bra.
"Hey," I sat on the edge of her bed, and she dropped her phone to give me her attention.
"How was the studio?"
"Yeah, good," I yawned. "It was a good day."
"Cool," she scooted off the mattress to grab a blunt from her dresser, along with her chrome lighter. "Do you smoke? I've never asked you, just sorta assumed."
"I do, yeah," I laid back on my elbows. "I, uh...I also do coke if it's offered to me at a party, and I've done shrooms a couple of times."
The mention of that last one had her brows raising as she took the first heavy hit. "How is that?"
"It's great," I accepted the blunt between my fingers, pinching it to take a pull. "We should do it sometime."
"It's a hallucinogen isn't it?" She came over to sit on the bed with her back to the headboard, so I followed her.
"Yeah, basically. It was trippy as fuck the first time I did it, but now it's just a little more intense than weed for me. I like it, but I don't do it all the time."
"Hm," she had her second hit, blowing a big cloud of smoke out in front of us. As a regular smoker, she didn't cough, but she did clear her throat and let her brows pull together. "I do like coke, though. I like the rush of energy."
I nodded, slouching into her soft pillows as I took another puff. "What else do you like?"
She cleared her throat a few times again, shifting to face me. "What do you mean?"
