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Authors: Sheena Binkley
My mom rolled her eyes at her husband. My parents always did that
when they were having a disagreement. Camille did that too when I
gave her one of my looks.
“All I’m saying is do what you feel is right. You’re not married yet, so
think long and hard about the decision you want to make before you
end up regretting it. Your father and I will stand by you no matter who
you choose.”
to figure out my priorities soon, before it was too late.
nce returning to my parents’ home, the two immediately ganged
up on me, trying to figure out what was going on between Trevor and me. I sighed as my mom went on and on about me trying to
“ruin” Trevor’s relationship with Chelsea.
without your two opinions.”
“Camille, we’re not trying to make you feel bad about the situation. We
just wonder why you never admitted anything to him.”
“Why is it your concern? This is something Trevor and I have to figure
out, and we don’t need anyone else interfering,” I said. I started to walk
out the door when my mom started to yell.
now!”
I turned around and slowly walked back into the living room. I went to
the nearest chair and sat down.
“I don’t know who you think you’re talking to like that, but you’re going to show some respect in this house, you understand?”
I nodded my head and sighed. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Baby, I know you’re grown and can figure things out on your own, but
you have to realize this man is getting married next week. He’s already
confused about the idea of marriage, but you springing this on him is
only making things even more difficult.”
to admit it at the wrong time.”
“Have you thought about what this might do to Chelsea? She’s your
friend also,” my dad said.
“I think about it every day, but it’s not going to change how I feel about
Trevor. Keeping my feelings to myself is what put us in this mess.”
My mom went over to me and sat on the arm of the armchair. She put
her arm around me and gave me a tight hug.
“Sweetie, life sometimes can be unpredictable, no matter how much
you try to plan and prioritize. The heart can also be unpredictable.”
“Tell me about it.”
“The only thing I can say is go for what is right. If you feel Trevor is
the one for you, then fight for him.”
“A second ago you were saying to let my feelings go,” I said while looking at my mom.
“I did, but sometimes in life, you have to go for what you want. I don’t
know how the outcome will be, but at least you took the initiative to
find out.”
“Is this the right advice to be giving her?” my dad asked my mom.
“Keith, life is too short for ‘what ifs.’ So yes, this is the perfect advice
for the situation.”
“Besides, Trevor is a great man. I would love for you two to be
together.”
“So would I, Mom. So would I.”
The weekend came and went, and I was back at work Monday morning
staring at my computer. Since the incident at Trevor’s parents’ house,
Trevor and I barely spoke to each other. It seemed as if when an incident between us occurred, we didn’t know how to address the issue.
We couldn’t keep avoiding the situation. We had to find some sort of
solution before the wedding.
purse and headed to the door.
“I’m taking an early lunch,” I said to Emily as I walked between the
rows of cubicles.
“OK. Are you meeting Trevor for lunch?” she said with a smile.
“Yep, I am,” I said as I exited the department.
At least the charade is still going. Hopefully he’s at home,
I thought as I went
to the elevator.
Once I pulled up to Trevor’s condo, I noticed his silver BMW 535i
parked outside. I got out of my car and used my remote to lock the
door. I started to become nervous as I stood by the door. I wiped the
sweat on my hands onto my pants and rang the doorbell.
The door opened, revealing a shirtless Trevor on the other end. Just
seeing him made me want to put my hands and lips on his body. I
quickly pushed any sexual thoughts out of my mind as I stared at him.
“Sure.”
He moved to the side of the door so I could walk in. I stood by the
entryway while I waited for him to close the door.
“I know you have to get back to work, so I won’t stay long.”
“Yeah, I just came to change my shirt. My campaign didn’t go as
planned.”
“What happened?”
“I used props to try to get my point across to the client. Turns out my
assistant shook up the soda cans by accident and once I opened it…”
“It went everywhere,” I said, smiling.
“Yeah. How did you know I was here?” he asked while slipping a lightblue button-down shirt around his shoulders.
“I took a chance. We need to talk.”
“I know. I wasn’t trying to avoid you after what happened; I was just
trying to finish my campaign.”
“I understand, but if it wasn’t your campaign, it would have been
something else. Trevor, we can’t keep avoiding the situation. We really
need to talk about what’s going on between us.”
him and took a seat beside him.
“I’ve been thinking about it all weekend and while I was at work.” said
Trevor.
“Trevor, I need to know what is going to happen with us. Your wedding is this weekend.”
“Cam, so much is going through my head right now about you and
Chelsea and the wedding that I’m not sure how to comprehend
everything.”
“When you mentioned that your feelings for me had changed, were
you ever going to say anything about it or push them aside and marry
Chelsea? If I didn’t mention anything to you about my feelings, were
you ever going to mention yours to me?”
sighed.
“Please tell me. Would you just marry Chelsea as if nothing ever
occurred?”
“I don’t know. When I think about everything and the years Chelsea
and I have been together, I feel that marrying her would be the logical
solution; but when I look at what we have, our friendship and possibly
a relationship, I want to explore where we could go as a couple. I want
to be able to be with you, but I don’t know if I can.”
“Are you telling me that you feel obligated to marry Chelsea?
“That’s not what I’m saying. I’m saying that I have feelings for you but
for Chelsea too. I can’t just turn my feelings off for her because I have
feelings for you too.”
willing to stop this wedding if you wanted us to be together.”
Trevor looked at me as he got up from the couch. He went over to
the bay window and stared at the view of downtown Houston. I went
over to him and put my arms around his waist while putting my head
onto his back.
“Trevor, we’ve always been friends before anything else. I don’t want
our friendship to be gone because we couldn’t have a romantic relationship. Our friendship means too much to me for that.”
but I don’t want to hurt Chelsea either.”
Once Trevor uttered those words, I knew where his priorities were. As
much as I hated to hear those words, I understood where he was coming from. I tried to hold back my tears as Trevor turned around to face
me. He put his hands on my face and stared into my eyes.
“I understand. You had to make the right decision for you,” I said
quietly.
I couldn’t hold back my tears any longer as they started to flow down
my cheeks. Trevor stepped closer to me as he pressed his lips to my
face, trying to erase my tears through his kisses.
“I hate to see you like this,” he gently said.
stop them as I let out a light sob.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to be Chelsea’s maid of honor…”
“Don’t, Trevor. I will still be at the wedding. Like I said, we were friends
before all this; I still want us to be friends.”
Trevor nodded his head as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
I let go of Trevor’s embrace as I headed into the direction of the door.
“I better let you go. I need to get back to work.”
“Will you be OK?”
“I’ll be fine,” I said as I picked up my purse that was sitting on the couch.
Before I could even get to the door, Trevor took my hand and pulled
me back to him. He 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.
“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.
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.”
“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…”
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 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.
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.
“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.”
“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?
