Wrapped Around Your Finger

Something about her intrigues me. I can't explain it. There is just something about her that I can't leave behind. I can't stop thinking about her. I have to make her mine. -Ashton Irwin


6. Thursday- Diary Entry #6

Thursday, July 3

4:31 am

Dear Cammie,

It's taken me this long to finally be able to write what happened 11 days ago. God, even now I'm not sure if I can do this, but I'm going to try.

W went clubbing, that much is obvious. I danced, I drank, I even convinced the band playing to take a break and let us take over.

At the point that we stopped, my adrenaline was pumping. So when I saw Seriphina off to the side, surrounded by guys but staring at me, I took the plunge. I strode over, stuck out my hand, and asked her to dance. She didn't even glance at the guys that were currently glaring at me before letting a sultry smile dance across her lips and lay her hand in mine.

We danced the night away and it was just... amazing. I could feel the sparks, the connection. Then, my courage skyrocketed. My lips were on hers, and oh god, it was nothing I've ever felt before. I've kissed a lot of girls, but the way it felt to kiss her... It was mind-blowing.

At some point I texted the guys that I was leaving, and we stumbled off of the boat. We had docked at Santa Cruz and we headed straight off of the boat. You can guess what came next. It was passionate, sweet and slow, not anything I'd expected. I thought she'd like it rough and powerful, but it was the exact opposite. If anything, it was more like love-making.


Thursday, July 3

11:58 pm

Dear Cammie,

After we finished doing, well, that, we just lied in the sand together for a while, just talked and cuddled. It was mostly me talking, but I learned she lives in New York City, up on the Upper West Side and has a job as a waitress. I guess she had ingested enough that she began spilling more. She had had her heart broken into two when she was fifteen. Her home life was hard, but she didn't elaborate. She wasn't sure she could her family anymore.

Seriphina stopped talking after that, so I changed the subject to our relationship. How I hoped we' keep in contact, I couldn't wait until the next time we saw each other, I had always wanted to go to New York. She let me rambled on for a good ten minutes before propping herself up on her elbow. I got to my feet and began getting dressed, and she just listened to me while I dressed. Finally she stood and got dressed herself before looking at me like I was an idiot. The way she said 'one night stand' and 'You really thought this was serious?'. God, it broke me. She just silently stared at the broken look my face. I thought I had her in the palm of my hand and it turned out I didn't. God, I feel like I'm going out of my mind.

Like the boys said.

I'm wrapped around her finger.

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