Horror

"Are you sure you're alright with horror?" Brooke asked, shrugging off her jacket as she sat down next to him and turned her eyes to the hydrocar adverts.

"It's a little late to ask that now," Cameron chuckled. He leaned in and kissed her, lingering as if he wanted to go further despite the packed cinema theater, but pulled himself away before she could get too worked up.

"True."

The rattle of M&Ms drew her attention, and she gratefully slipped a hand into the packet. "Thanks."

The screen faded to black and the credits began to roll. Brooke let out a slow breath. "Phew ... That was intense. You know it was directed by the same guy who did 50/50, that cancer film from back whenever it was?"

Cameron remained frozen in his seat, eyes glued to the screen.

"Cameron?" she asked, shaking his shoulder gently. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, just might have sleep deprivation for the next month."

Brooke didn't stop laughing until they were out of the cinema. Taking hold of his hand, she rested her head on his shoulder. "I'm really sorry, I didn't realize how much you didn't like horror. You should have said something!"

"Hey, I liked it, I thought it was a very well-crafted film. But it was also bloody terrifying, and I wish it didn't have that bit at the end with the upside-down blood waterfall because that was just ... gross."

They continued bantering all the way back to Brooke's block of flats. Cameron stopped outside the door and glanced at her as if looking for permission. "Are you a vampire or something? You don't need to wait to be invited in."

"I don't think I'm pale enough to be a vampire," he chuckled.

She giggled. "Good point."

Leaning as casually as she could against the elevator wall, Brooke pressed the button for her floor, trying to ignore his closeness. The same smell that had accompanied her to a satisfied sleep a few nights ago swirled around her nose. She breathed in slowly through her nose as the lift juddered to a stop and slid open.

"Are you coming?" she asked as Cameron lingered in the lift.

"Well, I've been a gentleman and walked you home, so my work here is done." A charming smile spread across his face, but his eyes flicked away.

The lift doors started to close, and Brooke quickly thrust a hand out to catch them. He did the same a millisecond later, and his hand ended up on hers. He laughed sheepishly, and she smiled. "Am I going too fast for you?" she asked quietly.

"No, no," he said, his deep brown eyes meeting her gaze. "Well ... I don't know. I like you, but I ... I don't want you to rush yourself. I don't want to hurt you."

"Why would you hurt me?"

"What can I say, I'm a ladies man," he grinned. Then he shook his head, his face growing more somber. "I don't know."

Brooke smiled softly at him. "Then what are you afraid of?"

Without warning, Cameron leaned in and kissed her, taking her by surprise and pushing her up against the wall. His hands gripped her waist, making her tremble. Then, just as suddenly, he broke off. "Sorry."

She giggled and brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. "It's alright, I just wasn't expecting it." Leaning closer, she smirked. "So, are you going to be a gentleman and leave, or are you going to be a bad boy and follow me back to bed?"

He gave her a look, and she felt his hand slowly slip down and feel up her ass through her jeans. Brooke grinned. "Right answer." Taking his hand, she led him into her flat, looking around nervously as the rich smell of curry hit her. The faint sound of the TV drifted from the living room, and she put a finger to her lips. Cameron nodded and slipped off his shoes as stealthily as possible.

Slowly, Brooke began creeping towards her room, Cameron following behind on tiptoes. She automatically stepped over the creaky floorboard, then realized a moment too late to warn Cameron. Creeeaaaak. He froze, eyes comically wide, and she had to stifle a laugh.

"Hey, Brooke," came Saara's voice. "How did it go?"

Brooke screwed up her face and squeezed out, "Alright. Was your evening alright?"

"Yeah, I just binged loads of Netflix. You know, some of those old shows have some really good stories, even if they were whitewashed as fuck. Oh, and I made a load of paneer biryani if you want some!"

Brooke opened her mouth, ready to say that she had already eaten, but stopped when she saw Cameron's hopeful expression. She raised an eyebrow, and he shrugged in a way that said he wouldn't mind some biryani.

"Brooke?" Saara called.

She sighed. She was hungry ... but she was also horny.