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It was safe to say that our next meetup as well as the ones after that, were not platonic.

Somewhere after the confession at the park, a few dates into our relationship, I found the urge to ask him to come over to my house one evening when my parents were coincidentally out. My motivation to ask him over to my house mainly was a film I had found while browsing through my laptop.

It seemed interesting with a strong and enticing plot.

Another factor that played into was the fact that my parents were going out to visit their mutual friend for some sort of an adult formal meeting, leaving me alone in the house with Brown. Her presence was pretty much perfect already, but when my mind crossed into the idea of possibly having Cameron by my side while we watched a movie, really caught onto my attention and made me to quickly text him about my proposition.

He agreed with a smiley face that never ceased to make my lips grow into an infatuated smile.

Those events led to this evening, when I was fluffing up the pillows while in the dim living room, the television screen frozen in the playing screen, large pause button placed in the center of it. My laptop was stationed on the coffee table, on sleep as I splayed a fluffy blanket onto the couch.

Brown was on the ground, sitting and watching me as I arranged the pillows and blankets on the couch, though it was just me releasing my nerves in an activity that was definitely trivial because when we settled down, the blankets and pillows would be messed up, so there wasn't really much of a point.

I glanced at my phone to look at the time just as the doorbell rang, chiming throughout the house and bouncing off the walls. Brown seemed as excited as I was, bounding straight to the front door on her little paws. I feigned calmness, albeit on the inside on I was exploding with excitement and nerves that seemed would be everlasting whenever it was between Cameron and me.

I pocketed my phone and twisted the door open, revealing a comfortable looking Cameron, his hands tucked into his dark grey sweatpants and over his torso was a pitch black hoodie with a kangaroo pocket right in the middle. His dark hair was tousled and his signature small smile was on his face.

I couldn't help but grin at him joyfully, beckoning him to step inside the house.

What I didn't expect were the next following words that fell past his lips after I closed the door. "If you don't mind, can I sleepover just for one night?" The truth was I didn't mind at all. Not one bit. Not even a small atom in me was minding that simple request.

"I don't mind at all." I said, smiling at him. "I don't know if my parents will let you sleep in my room, though." The fact that I even blurted the last few words implied that I was entirely okay with sleeping with him in my bedroom later tonight. On the same bed.

The thought just filled me with a feeling of giddiness and nervousness.

It seemed to affect Cameron too, his cheeks turning an adorable shade of pink as he reached to rub at the back of his neck. "Um, that's okay. I can sleep alone." Little did he know, my body wasn't entirely protesting to the fact that I wanted to snuggle up with him under the covers.

The thought brought warmth to my cheeks but I disregarded it.

"We'll figure it out later," I said, clasping my hands together. "Shall we?"

A smile tugged at his lips and he nodded. "We shall."

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While in the midst of watching the movie after we'd settled down on the couch in a comfortable position, Cameron's arm casually and comfortably around my shoulders, holding me tight to him and my head snuggled on his chest, my phone buzzed suddenly in my pocket.

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