"I had a great time tonight, Cami." He smiled at her and she felt her stomach tighten in anticipation, and her skin flush. Tiny goosebumps pricked up along her arms. Words came to the tip of her tongue, and she had to concentrate in order to let them past her lips. "Do you want to come up?"

Again, he smiled at her and she felt shaken to her very center, like she might just melt into a puddle at his feet. And she felt so pathetic for feeling that way. "Sure," he said.

Her fingers fumbled on her keys as she tried to unlock the front door to her apartment complex, finally getting it open after what she felt was an embarrassingly long amount of time. It had been so long since she'd invited someone up, since she'd even kissed anyone. And he was so cute, and she knew that he had been eyeing her for a long time.

In silence, they walked up the two flights of stairs to her apartment. He waited patiently as she again struggled with her keys to get the apartment door open. She gave him a sheepish smile when she finally got it unlocked, holding it open for him to step inside.

As she turned on the lights, she cursed herself, knowing she should have cleaned better. There were still a few scattered articles of clothing lying on her bedroom floor, and the sink was full of dirty dishes. Should she apologize? Should she say anything at all? She felt her palms get sweaty; she just kept repeating Calm down, it's no big deal, in her head, hoping that if she said it enough times that it would become true.

She thought of the last man who had been in her apartment, she was sure it had to have been Klaus, the time he had snuck in uninvited and they had argued about boundaries. And now Will Kinney was standing in her apartment, looking around, taking it all in. "Do you want a drink?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound even.

"Sure, whatever you got is fine," Will said, giving her a reassuring smile.

"Ok, come on in then, you can sit down, make yourself at home, I'll be right back," she said, dropping her purse in her room before walking into the kitchen. As she took glasses down from the cupboard, she noticed her hands shake slightly, and she wasn't sure she knew a way to stop it. Adrenaline was pumping through her because now she knew for sure that something would happen between them, it was just a waiting game. And sometimes she felt the build-up, the wondering how it would happen and what would be said and where it would be, was just as exciting to her as the act itself.

She sensed him come into the kitchen, turning around to give him a shaky smile. "Do you need any help?" he asked.

She studied his expression carefully, trying to decide if he genuinely thought she needed help, or if he was just looking for an excuse to come into the kitchen. His face gave no strong indication one way or the other, but then again she didn't really know him well enough to be able to read him like that yet.

In a split second, she thought to herself, F*ck it. It didn't matter whether he really wanted a drink or not, it didn't matter whether he really had wanted to help her make one or not, she didn't want to wait any longer. Cami was never one for holding back when she wanted something, anyway.

Will was only a few feet away, and she stepped up to him, wrapping her hands around the back of his neck and pulling his face to hers. The kiss was mismatched at first, with Cami wanting to go fast while he still stood there, seemingly stunned by her ferocity. But after a long moment, he began to kiss her back, his hands winding around her waist and holding her to him.

Cami's head was swimming, and she felt like she couldn't breathe to save her life. It was like she'd been thrown into the deep end of the pool and didn't know how to swim. Her legs felt like they might give out, her whole body was seeming to shake. She took in every sensation he was giving her, the warmth of his mouth against hers, the faint scent of his cologne, the roughness of the stubble on his chin against her skin.

She felt herself moving backwards as he pressed forward, boosting her up onto the kitchen counter. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he gripped her hips, his hands balled up in the fabric of her dress. Could he feel how badly she wanted him? His lips moved away from hers to run along the smooth skin of her neck, and she let out a small moan in spite of herself.

Pulling back, he looked up at her with that same smile he'd given her when she'd asked him to come up, and she felt she could not stand to have him look at her like that. Like she had put the stars in the sky, and like he was so smug at how easily he was turning her on.

Cami felt herself being lifted off the counter, Will's strong arms securing her legs around him so that she knew he was going to carry her. She buried her lips in his neck, planting small kisses all over, her teeth grazing his ear. He took her into her room, setting her on the bed. "Turn around," he said softly.

She did as she was told, sitting on the bed with her legs tucked under her, facing away from him. She felt her shoes lift away from her feet as he took them off, setting them on the floor, and then setting his own beside them once he took them off.

Once again, she felt her skin break out into goosebumps when she felt his hands against the nape of her neck, moving her hair over her shoulder. Cold air hit the skin of her back as he unzipped her dress, pushing it open and over her shoulders. Lightly, Will placed a kiss on each shoulder blade before she stood up, letting the dress fall to her ankles. When he kissed her on the mouth again, she felt no nerves this time, only a blankness in her mind that left room for only physical sensation.

He sat her back down on the bed, climbing on top of her, his hands running all along her body. Again, her fingers felt clumsy and heavy as they fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Finally she got all of them undone, pushing it off his shoulders as he discarded it on the floor next to her dress. She tugged at the hem of his undershirt until he pulled it over his head and added it to the pile of clothes on her bedroom floor.

His skin was so warm against hers, and she felt herself needing him closer, her fingernails running along his back to pull his hips into her harder. She sat up as he unhooked her bra, his hands running over her breasts, and she let out a soft moan.

He kissed along her neck, one hand in her hair while the other traveled lower, gliding once over her panties. She moaned louder this time, hoping it would encourage him to do it again and soon, because she wasn't sure she could endure much more foreplay.

After a long moment, his hand came back, pressing strongly against her while he kissed her deeply.

If she had just moaned a little louder, maybe they wouldn't have heard it and could've kept on going. "What's that sound?" Will asked, pulling back, his hand stilling.

Cami listened intently for a second, trying to calm her breathing. In the darkness, she heard a faint buzzing. "My phone, someone must be calling," she said after a moment, recognizing the pattern of the buzzing.

"Do you want to answer it?"

"I have a few other things I'd much rather be doing," she said, smiling at him coyly.

"Oh yeah? Like what?" Will said with an equally devilish smile, one eyebrow raised.

Silence once again filled the room as the buzzing stopped, and she pressed her lips to his once more. Her hands ran all along his back before reaching around to the front of him to undo his belt buckle and fly. She pushed his pants over his hips and he kicked them the rest of the way off.

The sound of heavy breathing was interrupted for a second time by the faint vibrations of her phone. He stopped again, pulling back to look at her. "Ignore it," she said.

"You sure?"

"Positive." She kissed him again, her tongue exploring his mouth, her fingers tangled in his hair. His hand slipped beneath her underwear, his fingers slipping inside her as she moaned loudly, her head rolling back against the pillow. Her own hand dipped below the waistband of his boxers, stroking his hard length.

And the phone kept on buzzing. He stopped moving, his hand withdrawing from her panties as he rolled off her. "I hate to say this, but I really think you should answer it."

"No, no, I only want to focus on being with you," she said, hoping she didn't sound as whiny to him as she did to herself.

"This is the third time they've called," Will said. "I think it's important, someone is obviously trying to get a hold of you. We can pick up where we left off, promise."

She sighed in exasperation, wishing she could just keep on ignoring the phone and get right back to where they'd left off right now, because it had felt so good.

Caller ID said it was her Aunt Peg, and she felt her heart sinking. He was right, someone really was trying to get a hold of her. And she hadn't heard from Aunt Peg since Kieran had died; they never talked. Peg wouldn't be calling, at this hour of night especially, if there wasn't something wrong.

She picked up just before it went to voicemail. "Aunt Peg?"

The conversation only lasted less than two minutes, but she could not remember a single word from it. When she said, "I'll be on a plane first thing in the morning," it didn't feel like her saying it, it felt so mechanical. When she hung up the phone, it was as if someone else was controlling her movements, someone using a joystick to make her finger hit the Disconnect button, to make her set her phone down on the nightstand.

Will was looking at her, concerned, but she seemed to stare right through him as if he wasn't even there. "Is everything alright?"

Again, when she spoke, the words felt mechanical and detached, like someone else was saying them for her. "My grandmother just died."