“There what went?” I asked, confused.
He raised both of his eyebrows. “The moment…”
I swallowed and bit my lower lip. Luke walked backwards out of my bedroom, his hard stare never moving from mine. The second he disappeared around the corner, I squeezed my eyes shut and smacked myself on my forehead.
Not only was I completely turned-on, I had also just made a huge, fucking mistake.
One I couldn’t take back.
Fourteen
My phone had been vibrating on my night table for what seemed like hours. But, I think it’d really only just begun ringing. I grumbled under my breath and peeled open my eyes, feeling my mascara-caked eyelashes scrape against my cheeks.
My eyes were still blurry, but I slapped my right hand on top of my phone and pulled it towards me, getting tangled up in the charger cord.
“Hello?” I answered groggily.
“Sweetie. Hi.”
“Mom?” I asked, still half-asleep and turned onto my side.
“Yes, babe. It’s mom. Are you okay? You sound tired.”
I pulled the phone away from my face, the light of the background illuminating my dark room. When I glanced at the time, I rolled my eyes.
I groaned, “I am tired. It’s six in the morning.”
My mom’s warm laugh rebounded through the phone, “Oh, goodness. You’re right. I forgot we’re only an hour apart now.”
“How are you calling? I thought you were in Mexico without a way to call me.”
“José found a long-distance phone for me to use. I wanted to call you for a couple reasons.”
How nice. Her half-her-age-boyfriend had found a way for her to call me. I wasn’t being sarcastic either; it was sweet. I wanted my mom happy, even if it was with a guy who was relatively close to my age.
“It’s fine. What are the reasons you’re calling me?” I asked, rolling over to my back. The room was almost pitch-black, even as my eyes adjusted to the darkness.
But that’s when I felt something. Just as I was tugging the blankets up to cover my neck, I felt something hard. I looked over and almost jumped out of my skin. My eyes adjusted again, and then I shut them, shaking my head.
“What the…” I said, and my mom paused mid-sentence (the sentence that I hadn’t even heard). I poked the manly figure beside me, lying on top of my covers, and he stirred quickly.
When he looked over at me, a stern look took over his face but was replaced quickly with a soft smile.
“Hey,” he said, and my mouth formed a straight line.
What the hell was Luke doing in my bedroom? What the hell was Luke doing in my bed? I couldn’t ask him these questions because my mom was basically yelling into the phone.
“What mom? Sorry.”
“Cammie, are you with a man?”
“What? No!”
Thankfully the room was dark or else Luke would have seen my face break out into a reddish hue. Last night’s moment between us came back to me in waves…lips touching, my boobs on his chest…Oh, my God.
My mom interrupted the very hot images flapping through my brain, “Oh, okay. Anyway, I was calling to see if you’re okay. Today is a hard day, for all of us. I hate that I’m not there with you. I should have come home…”
Wait, what? Today? Oh my, God. Today. Today. Today. I sat up quickly in my bed, allowing the blankets to fall to my lap. My stomach instantly coiled like a snake and I broke out into a fire-burning sweat. I wasn’t sure how it was possible to break out into a sweat within seconds, but I swore I could feel sweat droplets forming o