Free In Love With My Best Friend by Sheena Binkley Page B

the wedding.
    My heart literally stopped when I saw the hurt in Camille’s eyes. I wanted to erase the pain I’d caused her. Even though I wanted to be with
Camille in the way we never experienced together, I knew she was right
and we couldn’t continue.
    The minute I opened the door and noticed Chelsea standing outside,
I really wanted to slam the door and hide. How was I going to explain
why I was in my boxers while Camille was in the living room?
“Baby!” Chelsea exclaimed as she flung her arms around me and gave
me a hug.
“Hey, Chels,” I said as I returned the hug, not sure what to do at this
point.
“I’ve missed you so much,” she said as she began kissing me.
Once she began to kiss my neck, she noticed Camille standing by the
couch, looking as uncomfortable as I was.
“Cam! What are you doing here?” Chelsea said as she gave me a look
that read why was I just in my boxers.
“I was just leaving, actually. It’s good to see you, Chelsea.” Camille said
as she pushed past the both of us and out the door.
“I’ll call you so we can start the preparations,” Chelsea said excitedly.
“Sure, Chels. I need to go,” Camille said as she went to her car.
Chelsea turned around and gave me an uneasy look.
“What’s wrong with Cam? And why did she have her shirt in her hand
and why are you in your boxers?”
I gave Chelsea a goofy grin, not sure what else to do. I usually gave my
goofy grin when I was in a tough situation.
    “Remember the campaign I had to do? The presentation didn’t go
well, so I had to come home and change. Camille accidently spilled
some juice on her shirt, so I let her borrow one of my shirts.”
I could tell Chelsea wasn’t buying my story. She smiled while giving me
another hug.
“I’m just glad to see you.” she said softly.
“What are you doing here though? You weren’t supposed to come
until Wednesday?”
    “I fulfilled my two weeks on Friday, so I left early this morning. I
wanted to tell you, but I wanted it to be a surprise. I called your job,
but they told me you were at home.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re here.”
“I’m not staying long. I have to go to my parents’, but dinner tonight?”
“Of course,” I said as I kissed her lips.
Hopefully she doesn’t notice Camille’s scent on my lips.
“See you later,” Chelsea said as she hugged me again before going to
the door.
When she walked out of the door, I watched until she got into her car
and drove off. I closed the door and leaned against it.
What the hell am I going to do now?

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    Several days passed, and it was two days before the wedding. After
work, I met up with Charles at Hank’s Emporium to get our tuxes. We
had to see whether the alterations we requested a couple weeks ago
were made and up to our satisfaction.
    After what happened with Camille and Chelsea, I had to confide in someone regarding my transgressions. Although Charles understood, he did
give me several I-told-you-so looks throughout the entire conversation.
While I was in the dressing room trying on my tux, Charles walked out
of his and to the mirror to look at his tux.
“How is everything going between you and Chelsea?” Charles asked,
while adjusting his bow tie.
“It’s going OK, actually. We fell back into being the perfect couple.”
“I’m sure. What about you and Camille?”
    I sighed when I heard Camille’s name. After our little tryst, neither
Camille nor I had reached out to each other to talk. Instead I pushed
myself into the wedding and spending my time with Chelsea.
I miss Camille so much.
“To be honest, I don’t know how our relationship is. I really think I
messed things up.”
“You told Camille how you felt; you can’t fault yourself for that.”
“I know, but I still feel guilty. Camille and I have been friends for seventeen years; I didn’t want something like this to tear us apart.”
    “Let me ask you something; when you had these feelings for Camille,
did you ever think