Chapter Eighteen
Tyson “Torch”
I pace my house for the hundredth time since I left Camilla after that kiss.
That kiss rocked me to my fucking core.
Suddenly everything felt right; everything made sense.
Feelings that I kept hidden made their way out, and I wanted to own her body and soul.
I didn’t want to risk moving too fast because I don’t want to mess this up, so I left before I got too carried away.
I hear a motorcycle pull up to my place and, just as I suspected, I see Crash.
He gets off his bike and stomps up my steps banging on my door.
I open it and come face to face with my brother.
I knew this would happen the second that Camilla talked to him.
“Brother,” he growls as he steps in and paces back and forth.
“Just say what you need to say,” I tell him.
“You just couldn’t stand the thought of someone else having her, could you?” he says.
I shake my head. “No one should fucking have her but me. She’s been mine for a long time. I was just waiting for her to be ready.”
“I just came to tell you that if you fuck it up, I’m not going to step back. I’m going to take my shot,” he says, and I nod my head because I had expected him to say that.
“I get you, brother, but there is no way that I’m going to fuck it up.”
He stares at me with narrowed eyes for a few minutes and finally grunts something that I can’t hear before stomping off.
“She and I are best friends, so don’t think that you will get rid of me that easily,” he says leaving my house.
I can’t help but let out a sigh into the empty house. I know that he’s right. They have gotten close, so I knew that would happen. As long as he didn’t hold any hard feelings for me claiming Camilla then we were good.
My eyes drift to the box once again. Soon it will be time to open it.
I just have a feeling that this might break me.
Tomorrow, after my date and my head is clear, I will finally open the last thing Stacey ever gave me.
My minds drifts to Stacey and I don’t feel as much pain as I did last year.
I can think about some of the memories we shared with a smile.
I know that Stacey would have loved Camilla. There was rarely a person Stacey didn’t like or take under her wing.
That was the kind of woman she was.
I have to remember that just because I am moving on doesn’t mean that I will forget her or that what we shared was meaningless.
Stacey will always hold a place in my heart.
My thoughts drift back to Camilla with a smile. Fuck that woman just gets to me.
I think about the dinner that we have tonight and what I want to do. I don’t want to do something that is common and just take her to a restaurant.
I would also like to stay away from prying eyes. This is a night that I want only us to have together.
Since I don’t know how to cook, I will have to think of something else. No, I’m not afraid to admit it when I don’t know something.
I end up calling my mom when the idea what to do comes to mind.
“Hey son, how’s it going?” she says in a soft voice.
“Well I wanted to take Camilla out to dinner tonight, but I wanted to do something different. Since I can’t cook, I thought about taking her out to the cliffs and having a picnic,” I tell her. There is no point in dragging it out.
“Hold on a second, darling,” she says.
The phone goes muffled. I hear her scream my father’s name and then I hear her tell him with excitement that I’m taking Camilla on a date.
Five minutes have passed before she comes back on the phone.
“Okay I’m back,” she says, and I can definitely hear the smile in her voice.
“You know I heard you, right?” I say with a laugh.
“Oh hush you. I’ll get a picnic together for you because I know that you were just planning on getting a couple sandwiches and chips, but Camilla needs something fancier than that,” she says.
I can’t help but shake my head. “You don’t know that I was going to do that,” I say although really that was exactly what I was planning to do.
“Tyson,” she says in a tone that I shouldn’t bullshit her.
Damn, my mother knows me best.
“What time are you picking her up?”
“Around six. I’ve just got to do a few things first,” I tell her.
“Are you going to finally shave that god awful beard of yours?” she asks, sounding way too excited at the idea.
“Woman, I have a beard,” I hear my dad say in the background.
“Now, you know that I love your beard, but it just doesn’t suit our son. It might work on Aiden though,” she says getting off track.
“I’ve got to go now, mom. I’ll be by around five-thirty,” I tell her.
“Alright but if you come here with a beard, I’m going to have your father hold you down and shave it myself. Then you will have to explain to Camilla why you were late,” she says.
I chuckle as I say “bye” and hang up the phone.
I make my way to the bathroom to have a shower and, yes, I was going to shave my beard before she suggested it.
My beard grew out after Stacey died and I didn’t care what I looked like, but I want Camilla to finally see the real me.
I look
