Cameron POVI stood in front of the full-length mirror, trying not to fidget. My blazer was slightly off-center, my tie was uneven for the fifth time, and my nerves were doing jumping jacks in my chest. The suite was a mess—steamer still plugged in, hair wax open on the dresser, and two untouched cups of coffee that someone brought hours ago. My phone buzzed every three seconds, group chats going crazy, and my cousins were probably already stealing wine from the open bar downstairs.I inhaled deeply and stared at myself.“You’re not running away,” I whispered. “You’re not backing out. You’re doing this.”I wasn’t scared of being with Brandon—God no. I was scared of everything else. The expectations. The photos. The speeches. The way everyone would look at us like we were some sort of shiny, untouchable thing. Except we weren’t. We were real. We fought, we made up, we healed each other, and somewhere along the way, we became home.There was a knock.Before I could say anything, the doo
Brandon POvAfter a long stretch of silence, Cameron turned to the grave, crouching down like he was greeting an old friend. “Mom… this is Brandon like he told you. He’s the idiot who leaves all the lights on in our apartment and steals the covers. And he’s the one I’m gonna marry tomorrow.”I smiled, the corners of my lips twitching even as my chest hurt.Cameron looked up at me, then back at her. “He’s also the one who makes the best pancakes when he’s trying to apologize, and the only person who’s ever made me feel like I’m not broken.”I blinked fast so the tears in my eyes won’t drop.“I miss you,” he added, barely above a whisper. “Every day.”He stayed crouched there, fingers brushing the name on the stone. I knelt down beside him slowly, awkward and unsure.“Hi, Elena,” I said, feeling kinda dumb. “It’s Brandon again And uh—thank you once again. For raising someone like Cam. He’s—he’s the best part of my day. Every day.”Cam glanced at me, eyes wide and soft, like he wasn’t ex
Brandon POvI had no idea where we were going.Cameron just said, “Trust me,” and tossed his hoodie into the backseat like it wasn’t literally the day before our engagement party and we didn’t have caterers texting us every five minutes.“You better not be kidnapping me,” I said, stretching out in the passenger seat and kicking my feet up on the dash. “Because honestly, you’d be the worst kidnapper. You didn’t even bring snacks.”Cam snorted. “You’re so dramatic.”“I’m not dramatic. I’m starving. And if I die of hunger, it’s on you.”“No one dies of hunger in thirty minutes.”“Says the guy who forgets to eat lunch like it’s a personality trait.”Cameron gave me a quick side-eye but didn’t respond. Just this tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. The one he does when he’s overthinking something but doesn’t want me to notice. Spoiler: I always notice.We passed the city limits sign, and I sat up straighter. “Okay, so where are we actually going? Because we’ve driven past, like,
Brandon POV“Where are we going?” I asked.Cameron had woken me up at the ass-crack of dawn and told me to get ready. I stood in his bedroom as he shuffled about, putting towels and sunscreen in an old gym bag. “Jacob Riis Beach,” he replied. “It’s in the city, so it’ll be a hike, but definitely worth it.”“There’s a beach in the city?” I asked.“Well, in Queens. It’s out there. I heard it’s super fun.”I was down for a day at the beach. Couldn’t imagine a beach in Queens being nice, but, fuck it. It’s good to try new things, right? “Who’s coming with?” I asked.Cameron stopped in his tracks. His shoulders twitched a little as he slowly turned to face me. “I-I thought “it could be just us.” He looked so nervous when he said it. Like, I would throw a fit or something. It was cute. I was starting to notice all the cute things Cameron did, and I had to admit, I loved them all.The shoulder twitch thing: Cameron did that when he felt like he got caught in the act of something naughty.
Brandon’s fingers brushed against mine as we walked up the stairs to his room, and my stupid heart was still racing from everything I did with him just hours before. My mind also went back to the car and I felt my cheeks heat from embarrassment. I couldn’t believe I said all that. I’d buried that part of myself for so long, like if I didn’t say it out loud, maybe it didn’t happen.But he listened. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t try to fix me. He just… stayed.And now he was here, right behind me, in my space. And it felt okay.His room was quiet except for the hum of the AC. I kicked off my slides, I tried to act normal even though my head was full of Brandon. Of his hands. His eyes. That way he kissed my cheek like it was a secret.And his lips were against my skin, how he brutalized my body and made me want more.“You want something to drink or whatever?” I asked, fidgeting with the hem of my shirt.Brandon just grinned, already plopping down onto my bed like he’d been here a thousand
Cameron POVBrandon liked the movie, which was a huge relief. I don’t know what I would have done if he hadn’t liked my favorite movie of all time.After our little moment in the car, things shifted. He wasn’t cold or mean, just a little awkward.Should we not have held hands? Was that too coupley? My stomach coiled as I pulled into the driveway, bracing myself for the cold shoulder.Instead, as I parked the car, he said, “Go upstairs and shower. By the time I get to your room, I want you naked and ready for me. You should be on all fours on the floor in your bedroom, ass up, face down, waiting for me to unload in you, or I’m beating your ass again. Got it?”“I couldn’t suppress the groan that escaped me when he said that. “Yes, sir,” I replied.He smirked and said, “Good boy. Hurry.”I bolted out of the car and bounded to the upstairs shower. Having sex with Brandon while his mum and dad weren’t home was the best. They weren’t staying overnight somewhere, though, so we had to be