In Love With My Best Friend (5 page)

H
ow am I going to get through tonight?
I thought as I looked at Camille
sitting in the passenger seat.

All day I’d been completely nervous about tonight. To make matters
worse, today was the first day of my new job, which didn’t go as well
as I would have liked it to. I was making so many mistakes, my boss
probably wondered why he had hired me for the job. I didn’t normally
make mistakes on anything; that’s why I knew this situation between
Camille and me was bigger than what I thought.

Looking at Camille wearing that tight purple dress only made my
thoughts about the situation even more complex. I’d never cheated on
Chelsea, ever, and the thoughts I was having about Camille made me
feel as if I was doing just that.

Camille looked at me as she placed her hand on mine.
“You sure you want to do this? I can tell you’re kind of hesitant about
going.”
“It’s not that; it’s just looking at you right now wearing that dress, I
don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my hands off of you tonight.”

Camille let go of my hand and put it in her lap, as she was blushing
from the comment.
Once we pulled into the parking lot of Perry’s, I turned off the engine
and moved Camille’s face close to mine. I gave her a longing glance
as I searched into her eyes for any type of expression or thought. She
stared at me, wanting to say something but couldn’t.

“This is awkward,” she finally said as she continued to stare at me.
“Yeah, it is.”
“Do you think it will be like this forever?”
“I don’t know; we’ve never experienced this feeling between us before.”
“Trevor, whatever’s going on between us, I don’t want it to interfere
with what you have with Chelsea.”
“I think it’s too late for that, Cam.”
“I don’t want me being the cause of you having problems with Chelsea.”
“You won’t be. If anything does happen between Chelsea and me, it
will be my doing. Remember that, OK?”
Camille nodded her head as she unlocked her door.

I opened the door and went to the passenger side to open the door for
Camille. As she stepped out, I slipped my arm around her waist and we
walked into the restaurant.

Once we were inside, Camille went up to the hostess area to ask where
the dinner party was located. As I began to look around, my eyes landed on someone that I did not expect or want to see.

“Shit,” I said silently.
Camille looked at me wondering what was going on. “You OK?”
“Look who’s here.”
As soon as I said that, Chelsea’s brother Ron and his wife, Stacy, were
walking over to us.
“Hey, Trevor, Camille. What brings you two here?” Ron asked as he
gave me the one-arm hug.
“Wow, Camille, you look gorgeous,” Stacy said as she went up to her
for a hug.
“Thank you. We’re here for a dinner party my coworker is giving.
Trevor decided to be my wingman,” Camille said while looking at me.
“Yeah, what she said,” I said while plastering a grin on my lips.
Ron and Stacy looked at the two of us as if we were on something.
“OK, well, we were just waiting for our table when we saw you, so we’ll
let you two go,” Stacy said.
“Yeah, have a good night, you two.” Ron said.
We both smiled as we followed the hostess to the dinner party. Suddenly
I heard something that made me stop in my tracks.

“Hey, Trevor, remember to call Chelsea,
your fiancée
, when you’re finished with the party,” he said in a strange tone, emphasizing on the
word “fiancée.”

I turned around and gave Ron a harsh stare as Camille and I continued
toward the back of the restaurant.
Camille gave a nervous glance at me while we were walking. “You don’t
think Ron thinks something is going on, do you?”

“We didn’t give him a reason not to. We were both looking at each
other like we are more than just friends.”
“I didn’t think there was such a look,” Camille said.
“Well, he knows something is up. Hopefully he doesn’t call Chelsea.”
The hostess stopped at a large table near the window, showing a picturesque view of the city.

“Camille, Trevor, I’m so glad you two showed up,” Vicky said in a
syrupy sweet tone. She went over to Camille and gave her a huge hug.
She stepped up to me and gave me a hug as well, which was a little uncomfortable, considering she was trying to feel me up. I pulled myself
away from Vicky, realizing I would need to keep an eye on her for the
rest of the night. I noticed Camille wanted to pull out Vicky’s blonde
extensions as she gave her one of her evil stares before sitting down.

“Camille, we didn’t even know you and Trevor were dating. When
did this happen?” asked one of Camille’s coworkers from the PR
department.

Time to deliver our story.

“Emily, right? We were friends for a long time but decided to take
the relationship to the next level. All that time we’ve been friends, we
didn’t realize we had romantic feelings for each other,” I said while
stroking Camille’s hair.
I didn’t know whether Camille was touched by the story or if she was
getting turned on by my touch, because she was giving me a look that
definitely had me turned on.

“How long have you two been dating?” another coworker asked.
“Six months,” Camille said, smiling.
“But we’ve known each other for seventeen years,” I said.
“I love these kinds of love stories. Best friends turned lovers, so perfect,” Emily said while smiling.
I took Camille’s hand in mine and gave it a kiss. Camille looked at me
with a lustful gleam in both her eyes.
“Why didn’t you ever mention Trevor to anyone, Camille?” asked
Vicky.
I looked at Camille with an I-told-you-so look and smiled.
“Well, the subject never came up,” she said, giving me an I-shouldhave-known stare.

“Well, I think it’s great. Camille can stop being a hard-ass since she’s
getting some on the regular,” another coworker said, while laughing
with her date.

Camille tightly sneered at the person, which I knew to be her attitude
face. She usually gave one of those before telling someone off. Before
she could get to that point, I put an arm around her chair and lightly
touched her arm.
“Trust me, everyone will notice a carefree and happy Camille from
now on; right, baby?” I said as I pulled her close to me and reached
for her lips.

I knew I took Camille by surprise when I kissed her. Just the way
her soft lips felt against mine was not only powerful but down right
hypnotic. I don’t think I felt this way when I kissed Chelsea, whom I
completely forgot about at the moment.

We deepened the kiss, allowing Camille to slip her tongue in my mouth,
making me want to skip the dinner altogether, take her back to my
place, and make love to her for the rest of the night.

While some of the guests were encouraging us to continue, Vicky
started to clear her throat, mainly because we were stealing her hosting
thunder.

“This is a public place, you two. You can do that in the privacy of your
bedroom,” she said in a hostile tone.
“Oh, come on, leave those two alone; they are clearly in love,” said
Cliff, who Camille had mentioned was Vicky’s husband.
Vicky sighed as she turned away from us and quickly grabbed her glass
of wine.

Once we pulled away, Camille put a hand to her chest, completely
floored with the whole scene. Since we were supposed to be the happy
couple, this was supposed to been a normal thing; but for us, it was our
first kiss ever, which was pretty damn good.

I stared at Camille, wondering what was going through her head right
now. She looked at the guests and smiled.
“Excuse us,” she said as she pulled me from the table. She took my
hand and we moved toward the direction of the restrooms, which was
out of earshot of any guests.

As soon as we were between the men’s and women’s restrooms, Camille
pinned me to the wall and gave me a passionate kiss. I pulled her closer
to me as I glided my hands over her body, feeling the mixture of silk
and skin against me and my fingers. I moved her toward the wall, lightly sucking on her neck, causing her to moan softly. My hand slid near
her thighs, touching her bare skin. Once I realized where we were, I
had to stop myself from going even further. I let go of Camille, giving her an apologetic look as I started to get myself together. Camille
straightened her dress as she ran her hand through her hair.

“What just happened?” I asked breathlessly.
“I don’t know. Why did you kiss me at the table?”
“I couldn’t help myself. Looking at you and how sexy your lips looked,
I had to kiss them,” I said as I went up to her to try to kiss her again.

Camille held out her hands to push me away. “We can’t do this here.
What if someone walked back here and saw us? What if your soon-tobe brother-in-law walked back here?”

“Maybe I wasn’t thinking about that at the time, but Camille, you can’t
deny that something is definitely going on between us.”
She sighed as she put the back of her head on the wall. “I know.”

“Let’s go back before someone starts looking for us,” I said as I took
her hand.
As we were walking back to the table, I turned around and noticed
Stacy coming out of the women’s restroom. She looked at me with a
disappointed look before walking in the opposite direction.

Damn.

O

nce we were seated at the table again, our meal of steak, baked
potato, and green salad was being served. Several of the guests
were giving us smirks, imagining what we were doing during the time
we were gone. I suddenly felt uncomfortable by the attention Trevor
and I were getting and was dreading going to work tomorrow, since
this would be going through the gossip mill in the morning.

“Well, what did we miss?” Trevor said as he took a bite of his steak,
not caring if anyone thought we were doing anything inappropriate
just a second ago.

“Nothing, just talking about weddings. What about you two, have you
decided on taking the plunge one day?” Emily asked while eating her
salad.

I gave Trevor an uncomfortable glance as I began to eat my potato.

“Actually, we have thought about it. I know Camille wants a small,
intimate wedding outdoors, possibly in a garden. Camille will make
a beautiful bride, wearing an elegant cream-colored dress. We will
probably get married at sunset, because I know Camille would love to
remember that moment forever.”

Why is he doing this to me?
I thought as I tried to hold back tears.

“Wow, that is beautiful. Camille, you better hold on to this man. He’s
a keeper,” Britney, my coworker from marketing, said as she touched
her husband’s arm.

“I know,” I said as I looked at Trevor.
He smiled as he put his arm around me.
At that moment, I didn’t care if Trevor was with Chelsea. It was good
to know that he was mine for the night, and I would cherish it forever.

Once everyone finished their meals and ate their dessert of white
chocolate cheesecake, the guess decided to head over to the restaurant’s bar, Bar79. The bar usually has live entertainment on Thursdays,
Fridays, and Saturdays, so this was the perfect opportunity to see how
my co-workers were outside the office. With alcohol in their systems,
the majority of the dinner party guests were being silly with the crazy
dance moves while jamming to the sounds of old-school R&B and
soft rock songs. I was pretty sure half of the guests would be calling in
sick tomorrow with massive hangovers.

Trevor and I decided to skip the dancing as we sat near the bar, wondering whether we were going to go home to our respective places or
wind up together in someone’s bed. I could tell Trevor was staring at
me from the corner of my eye. I turned around to give him an annoying look.

“What?”
“What, I can’t look at you?”
“I’m sorry, it’s just that tonight has been crazy with a capital ‘C.’”

“You’re telling me.”
When the band started to play a song that we both were familiar with—
“Love’s Holiday” from Earth, Wind & Fire—I looked at Trevor as I
took his hand.

“Dance with me.”
He nodded as he put his hand in mine, and we went to the dance floor.

This song meant a lot to us, mainly because it was played not only at
our prom but also during our graduation night, when our friends went
down to Galveston for a fun getaway.

This song was significant to me because my parents always played it
when they had their alone time. No, it wasn’t the alone time people may
think, but it was when it was just them dancing, gazing at each other as
if they were the only two people in the world. It showed the love they
had for each other, which made me want to have that type of love with
the man I would share my life with. I knew then that whoever I married,
I would want to play this song with him and dance with him forever.

Once we walked to the dance floor, we stopped near the edge and
Trevor slipped his arm around my waist, while taking my right hand in
his. As we started to dance, I pulled myself closer to him, leaning my
head on his chest.

“What you thinking about?” Trevor whispered.
“Everything. I don’t know how things will be after tonight is over.”
“I don’t know either, but we’ll figure it out together.”
His hand started to massage my back as I breathed his cologne, wanting to feel him close to me.
“Do you think Ron will say anything to Chelsea?”
I could tell I hit a sore spot, as Trevor closed his eyes and breathed
heavily.
“Let’s not worry about that right now,” he said.

“You want to get out of here? I think the party is pretty much over,” I
said as I took a glimpse of my coworkers, who were either leaving or
still dancing.

“Yeah,” Trevor whispered.

Once we said our good-byes to Vicky and the other guests, we walked
toward the parking lot. I don’t know where our relationship lay, but I
really hoped we could still remain friends. I didn’t know how I would
be if I lost my best friend.

When Trevor reached my house, he turned off the ignition and smiled.
“I hope you had a great evening. I did.”

I smiled at the way Trevor was looking. If I didn’t know any better, he
seemed as nervous as I was at the moment. “I had a great time. Thank
you for doing this for me.”

“Anytime.”
“Did you want to come in? I know we both have to work in the
morning…”
“I think it’s best to call it a night,” he said.
I smiled, realizing he might be still frazzled by what happened earlier.
“Sure.”

“Camille, I really want to figure out what happened tonight, because
no matter how either one of us dances around the issue, the feelings
are still going to be there.”

“I know, but I think we had enough excitement for tonight.”
“Let me walk you to the door,” Trevor said as he got out of the car.

I got out of the car as well and went to the front door. I unset the
alarm from my wireless remote (which I found in my car), and opened
the door.

“Well, I guess it’s good night,” I said.

I was about to go inside when Trevor grabbed the back of my hand.
He leaned toward me, taking in the scent of my hair and the perfume
I was wearing. Just having his body pressed against mine made me hot
and sweaty all over again. He swept some hair from my left side and
pushed it toward my right. He gently pressed his lips on my neck, causing me to suppress a moan.

“What are you doing?” I asked delicately.
“I can’t stay away if I tried.”

I turned around and lured him into the entryway and slammed the
door. He pulled me toward him, lightly touching me with his fingertips.
He put his hand behind my neck and started to fervently kiss me, making me immediately turn to goo.
No words were exchanged as we moved over to the couch, almost
bumping into my end table and causing my lamp to fall on the floor.
Trevor turned me around and slowly unzipped my dress. He unhooked
my strapless bra, making me feel completely exposed. He provided a
trail of kisses down my back, giving me the most thrilling sensation
imaginable.

He spun me back toward him, giving me another kiss on the lips as I
took off his suit jacket. I unbuttoned his shirt while kissing his chest
in the process. A moan escaped his mouth as I moved my mouth and
tongue down his chest.

My dress was off of my body and lay crumpled on the floor as Trevor
grabbed me by my waist and picked me up to face him. I wrapped my
legs around him as he led me toward my bedroom, sealing kisses on
each other along the way.

I didn’t know what to think as he laid me down on the bed. Trevor and
I had been friends for so long; if we did move into that phrase in our
lives, what would happen to the lives we once knew before? Would we
be able to joke around like we used to? Be able to share our secrets
with each other? What about Chelsea? This would definitely crush her
once she found out.

Trevor lay on top of me as he kissed my neck again. He went down to
my chest, ending at my breasts. As he was sliding his tongue around my
left nipple, any thoughts of Chelsea were out the window.

I’m definitely a bad friend.
He looked up at me, automatically knowing what I was thinking.
“Are we wrong for this?” he asked.
“I don’t know. In fact, I don’t know what to think anymore.”
Trevor lay beside me and sighed. I got closer to him as I snuggled
against his chest.

There we were, lying half naked in my bed, not knowing what else to
do. We were about to cheat on his fiancée and my friend, which left a
bitter taste in my mouth.

“Can you just hold me, please?”
“Yes,” Trevor said.
As soon as he did, I started to cry.

Although I wanted to be with Trevor in the worst way, I couldn’t do
that to Chelsea. We went too far, and now I didn’t even know where
our friendship lay.

As if reading my mind, Trevor kissed my forehead. “Don’t worry,
Cam, we’ll figure everything out. Trust me.”