It had been exactly two weeks, seven hours, thirty-two minutes and seventeen… eighteen… nineteen and counting seconds since Zach Goode had been on a mission and it was killing Cammie Morgan hated being this far from him. She had forgotten where he was, Dublin? Peru? It didn't matter to her anymore. It had been too long and she wanted him home.
It was a gloomy night, the air was dense and the lingering smell of rain told Cammie that is was going to thunder that night. It fit her mood perfectly as she walked up to the apartment Zach lived in when he wasn't out on a mission. When he was gone, she broke into the apartment a minimum of three times a week, possibly the entire week.
She easily picked the lock of the door and turned on the alarm Zach had set up. Cam knew his apartment like the back of her hand and she smiled at the familiar smell and warmth of the apartment. Pulling her coat off, she hung it on the hook by the front door and dropped her bag on the floor. She rubbed on of her eyes, exhausted from a day of helping her mom. Slowly, she shuffled her feet as she made her way to Zach's room and changed into one of his shirt – too big for her – and crawled under the sheets of her boyfriend's bed. She smiled as she was surrounded by his smell and curled up under the blankets. Slowly she fell asleep in the comfort of Zach's room.
Meanwhile, Zach was getting off of his plane from Peru and grabbing his bag. He wanted to call Cam as soon as he got off the plane, but it was late and he figured she was asleep already. I'll call in the morning, he thought as he got a taxi outside of the airport and told them the address of where they should drop him off. Sighing, he leaned back in his seat and stared out the window as he thought about close he would be to seeing Cammie. He missed more than he could describe and he wanted nothing more than in that moment more than he wanted to hold Cam.
Before he had realized it, the taxi had stopped in front of his apartment building and he blinked once before the cab driver and grabbing his bag to leave the taxi. Once he was out of the yellow car, getting soaked by the pouring rain, the taxi sped off into the night. With a sigh, he shook his head and walked inside the building and up to his apartment. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, shaking his wet hair. Leaving small little splats of water on the ground. Something felt off when he noticed his alarm was off and he straightened his back as he cautiously looked around the room. He made his way through the apartment, checking to see if anything was out of place. That's when he noticed Cam's bag on the floor and her coat on the hook next to the door. He raised an eyebrow. No one knew he was coming back today, so he questioned why her things were. Maybe she had left them before he left? No, that couldn't be, her bag was there as well. Biting his lip, he walked to the bedroom and opened the door as quietly as he could. Right away he noticed the lump on the bed under his blankets, the familiar light brown hair scattered across his pillow. He smiled to himself as he walked over to her and kissed the top of her head. He noticed she was wearing his shirt as she slept soundlessly. He smiled grew a little more and in that moment he knew he had to marry Cameron Ann Morgan.