Here Comes the Light (Cambrooke #1) Read Online Free PDF

smile. “It is bound to happen once in a while.”
    “I don’t know.” I huff. “It is just I have never like talked to you. Ever. And all of a sudden you keep showing up everywhere I am.”
    “I wasn’t at prom.” He says with laughter in his voice.
    “No, but oddly enough, I run into you on prom night.” I lean my back against the bench and look up at the twinkling stars.
    “I know this isn’t any of my business so if you don’t want to tell me, that’s okay. Why did you run away tonight?” I t urn my head toward him. He turns towards me and props his elbow up on the back of the bench. I don’t know why I feel so safe with him right now, like he is an old friend or something.
    “Well,” I laugh and cannot believe I am actually going to tell him this. “I lost my virginity tonight and I don’t remember it.” I shove my hands in his hoodie pockets and stare back up at the sky as I stretch my feet out in front of me. I still don’t know why I am telling him this, but I continue on.  “I didn’t want to. I just got drunk and did what everyone else wanted me to.” I sit back up and look on at the lake again. “I can never really be me, you know.” He sees me struggling trying to get my foot back into his shoes he kneels down beside me and moves the shoe within my reach my foot slips back into the warmth. “I am just what everyone else wants me to be.”  He sits back up on the bench beside me this time a little closer than he was just a minute ago. “I don’t feel like I matter. As long as everyone else is happy.” Why am I telling him this? I look over at him; he is chewing his bottom lip and focused intently on me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I am saying all of this. I’m normally a private person.”
    “I am a good listener.” He says as he rubs his hand across the top of his head messing his hair up even more than it was.  I think the messy hair on him is adorable. I wish Hudson would wear his all messy.  “Why do you have to be what others want you to be?” He asks flatly.
    “I don’t know.” I have to look away from those piercing blue eyes. “I just never feel like I am good enough.”
    “But,” he shakes his head. “Having sex? That made you ‘good’ enough?” he makes it sound so stupid.  “I don’t understand how it made you good enough.”
    I take in a deep breath, “Well you’re a guy, right?” I look at him blankly.
    He chuckles and looks down at himself. I d on’t know why? To make sure it’s still there or something. “Last time I checked.”
    “That’s what you guys expe ct from your girlfriends, right; I mean Hudson has been patient with me for two year…”
    “Whoa.” interrupting me, He holds his hands up. “Wait a minute here, n ot all guys are like that.” He shakes his head.  “Any guy that expects that from you, especially if you don’t want to doesn’t care that much about you.”
    I take in a nother deep breath and close my eyes did he just tell me my boyfriend of two years doesn’t care about me?
    “I’ m sorry Miley,” he quickly says, “I didn’t mean it to sound like that…”
    “Okay.” I hold a hand up. “Let me get this straight, you are telling me you don’t care if your girlfriend has sex with you?”
    He chuckles and does the cute hand over the hair thing again. “First of all, I do not have a girlfriend. Second, if I did I would not want her to want to have sex with me. I am a virgin and plan on staying that way until I am married.”
    I laugh at his joke. “Funny one.”
    He shakes his head and looks at me with his mouth in a straight line. “I am serious.”
    Slightly embarrassed, I whisper “Really?” He nods.  “Don’t people at school give you a hard time about it?”
    He nods again, “yeah, some people at school, girls that have wanted to date me, they call me gay. The truth is I am just waiting for my wife.” Wow that is an odd thing to come out of a seventeen year old boy’s mouth. “I am