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pushed some hair from my face, causing goose
bumps to form on my arms. He leaned into me and began to kiss me,
making me even more confused. Why was he doing this to me when
he clearly stated he was marrying Chelsea?
    At that point, I didn’t care as I pressed my lips roughly onto his. I
quickly removed Trevor’s shirt from his shoulders, while he tore off
my peach-colored blouse, causing several of the buttons to pop off
and scatter around the floor.
    We walked toward Trevor’s bedroom, discarding pieces of clothing
and shoes in the living room and hallway. We lost our balance toward
the bed, falling instantly onto the dark-blue comforter. Trevor gave me
a hungry glance as he kissed my neck. He traveled toward my chest,
unhooking my bra in the process. My body shuddered as he moved
his way down to my stomach, pressing his soft lips firmly onto my abs
and navel. I began to moan as he planted short kisses on my thighs. He
moved back to my face and kissed me again. I lightly bit his lip, causing
him to give his own moan. I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling the
soft strands between my fingertips. We rolled over on the bed, initiating me on top. I glided my tongue down Trevor’s chest, causing him
to flinch with pleasure as he drew me closer to him to give me a kiss.
    My mind suddenly snapped back to reality, and I stopped kissing
Trevor and stared straight into his beautiful brown eyes. Although the
feeling we were giving each other was astonishing, it was not going to
change the fact that he was marrying Chelsea on Saturday.
“What are we doing?”
“I think you know what we’re doing?”
“If we make love right now, you will still go back to Chelsea. As much
as I want to, I can’t do that to myself.”
I got up from the bed and retrieved my bra from the floor. As I was
putting it on, Trevor came up to me and put his hands on my shoulders.
“Cam...”
“Stop, Trevor! You can’t have it both ways.”
    Trevor sighed as I proceeded to the hallway. I picked up my pants and
shoes and walked over to the couch. I noticed my tattered blouse, realizing I couldn’t wear it back to work.
As if he read my mind, Trevor handed me a white T-shirt.
“Thank you,” I said as I put it over my head. I straightened my hair,
putting my curls back into place.
“I’m sorry, Cam.”
“Don’t apologize. This is just as much my fault. It seems as if we can’t
keep our hands off each other.”
“Camille, I love you, and I don’t want our friendship to be ruined because of this.”
    I couldn’t even look at Trevor at that moment. “Like I said earlier, I’d
rather have you as my friend than not in my life at all. I have to go back
to work.”
As soon as I was about to go to the door, the doorbell rang.
“Who could that be?” Trevor asked as he went to the door.
I looked at him, wondering when he was going to realize he was in his
boxers.
“Uh, Trevor…” I began to say.
He opened the door, revealing a stunned look on his face.
“Chelsea…”
    Chapter 12

Trevor
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    fter talking to my parents, I realized that I was in love with two
women. Although I tried to push any thoughts I had of Camille
out of my mind, I couldn’t resist the urge to be around her—that’s why
I avoided seeing or talking to her for the remainder of the weekend. I
threw myself into working on my first campaign, which I had to present to a prominent client on Monday. Although the campaign I created
was great, the execution was horrible as half of the product landed on
my shirt.
    When I arrived home to change, I didn’t expect Camille to show up.
The urges I had when I saw her came back in a major way as she appeared in my doorway. I tried to dodge the questions she was asking,
but I knew it wasn’t fair to her to not know what I was feeling. While
my feelings for Camille were strong, I had invested part of my life with
Chelsea; I made a commitment to her and our future, so I owed it to
her to move forward with