Part 6 - Dip

Cam's POV:

"My strange addiction, is you." I yelled to Brandon from the living room.

He peeked his head from the side of the door frame, closed his eyes, sighed and smiled.

"Well there's no shame in that Darling." He replied.

I did not understand what he meant. As his head dissapeared behind the  brick wall once again, he left me thinking to myself. What if he heard me say something weird? What if I offended him? What if he's so flattered he never wants to talk to me again?  These thoughts kept racing through my mind. In a discombobulated panic, I raised myself off the sofa and walked over to the kitchen where Brandon was preparing dinner.

"Look, I didn't mean what I said back there." I told him.

"What? Why? I didn't know that before but we all get a bit... frisky, in different ways sometimes- I guess." He replied.

Shut the front door. Whatever he heard probably did not make any sense. Or maybe it did?

"Uhm...Remind me, what exactly was it I said to you before?" I asked.

"Oh, about you liking robbery conviction non-fiction?"

I let out a mightly large sigh. Three times. I looked up at Brandon and smirked.

"Why yes, I do."

Then I took him in my arm and dipped him downwards like they do in ballroom dancing. He had one arm around my shoulder and the other over his mouth to cover his very obvious giggles.

"Shall we eat dinner?" He said.