Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

out of the airport. Looking down at Hardning's phone in his hand, Cameron sighed before punching in his mother's phone number.
    "Hello?" Cameron's mother asked answering the phone.
    "Hi Mom," said Cameron. "It's me."
    "Whose phone number is this?"
    "My manager's. He won't let me use my phone because he says too many people already have the number."
    "Sounds reasonable," His mother said. "How was the flight?"
    "It was good," Cameron said as he eyed Hardning and Mr Wolfe walking in front of him.
    "Cameron, is everything ok?" His mother asked with an air of concern in her voice.
    I don't know, Cameron thought to himself as he paused. Is it? I've always wanted to be a singer but... This is all happening so fast. One minute I'm preparing to go off to college in the fall and the next I'm here. It seems stupid to let this opportunity pass me by but I feel like someone hit the fast forwards button. And then Morgan...
    "Cameron?" His mother said into the silence on the line.
    "Yeah," Cameron said snapping out of his thoughts. "Everything is great. It's really warm here."
    "Wolfie, am I dropping you by your place or your wife's place," Hardning asked as the group came to a halt by a shiny black BMW and he loaded Cameron's suitcases into the trunk.
    "Hey Mom," Cameron began, "I have to go but I'll call you tomorrow, ok?"
    "Mine," Mr. Wolfe said with a sigh and a shake of his head.
    "Ok," Cameron's mother said. "Be good and listen to what they tell you."
    "I will," Cameron said with a roll of his eyes.
    "I mean it," His mother said.
    "Ok, Mom," Cameron said with exasperation.
    "Ah, still the happy couple then," Hardning said as he shut the trunk and unlocked the doors with a click of the keypad.
    "You're father and I love you," Cameron's mother said.
    "Love you too. Bye," Cameron said before hitting the end button to disconnect the call.
    "Cameron, I'm going to drop Wolfie off first. Why don't you ride up front with me?" Hardning said taking the phone back from Cameron.
    "Sure," Cameron said moving to get into the front seat.
    "Cameron's closer," Mr. Wolfe said with a raised eyebrow.
    "It'd be good for him to see a little... scenery. Even if it's night time," Hardning said with a wink.
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    Peeking his eyes open as he slowly awoke, Cameron realized the car had stopped. His door opened and light spilled into the cabin as Hardning reached in to help Cameron out.
    "Where are we?" Cameron murmured as he stretched slightly.
    "You're place," Hardning responded softly as he guided Cameron into the lobby of the brightly lit building. Squinting, Cameron could barely make out the concierge desk as they made their way to the elevator. "You live on the twenty fourth floor," he said as the elevator dinged and the door opened onto a hall way. "Twenty four oh one."
    "Are we there yet?" Cameron muttered.
    "We're here," Hardning said opening the door before guiding Cameron into his new apartment. "Welcome home. You're suitcases are already up here and over there is the bathroom."
    "All I want to see is the bed," Cameron said rubbing his eyes and accidently running into a wall. "Ow!"
    "Come on," Hardning said with a chuckle before scooping Cameron up into his arms. "Man you're light."
    "No, you're just all muscley," Cameron said before realizing he hadn't meant to say that out loud.
    "Thanks cutie," Hardning said with a chuckle. "Now," he said setting Cameron down on the edge of the bed. "Let's get you out of these clothes and into bed."
    With a yawn, Cameron flopped over and over on the bed and mumbled something that sounded like, "good night."
    "Here," Hardning said as he began unbuttoning Cameron's jeans.
    "Hey," Cameron said in drowsy protest.
    "What?"
    "I'm not getting undressed in front of you," Cameron said a bit less drowsy now.
    "Why? What, is it your first time?" Cameron's silence and inability to look Hardning in the eye seemed to answer the question for him. "Oh."
    Scooting out from in front of Harding and standing up, Cameron said, "I'm going to go put my pajamas on."
    "Wait," Hardning said catching Cameron's arm before he could get away. Turning him around, Hardning pulled him close. The feeling of the larger man's muscular body pressed against his sent warm and cool shivers warring through Cameron's body. Then, when Hardning leaned in and kissed him, it was like fire coursing through him but it didn't hurt. It felt good. It was slow and sweet at first but became hotter and deeper with each passing moment. It was unlike anything