Dealing with Mr fucking right.
******
"Hey."
Cameron's voice was soft, still rough with sleep. I looked up and found him standing in the doorway, bare-chested, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was messy, his eyes still heavy, and he was looking at me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
"Hey," I said back.
"You're up early."
"Couldn't sleep."
He walked toward me, barefoot, silent, and came to stand behind my chair. I felt his warmth before he touched me, and then his hands settled on my shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the knots there.
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