☸❊☸❊☸❊☸❊☸❊☸❊☸❊ "I'm so worried." I sighed, getting into bed as I thought about the interview I have coming up tomorrow. I pulled the chalk-white covers over me before snuggling my body next to Cameron's. "Why is that?" Cameron asked sweetly, kissing me on the forehead. I wrapped my arm around his torso and rested my head in the crook of his neck. "It's just that," I paused, "what happens if the people who interview me don't like me?" I replied, getting more anxious the more I thought about it. "What are you talking about? Of course they'll like you." Cameron whispered onto my scalp, sending a warm skitter down my spine. "I really don't want to mess it up." I fretted. Cameron's hands slipped up the front of my shirt, which was actually his, and started tracing lazy patterns and shapes on my stomach. "Stop panicking," Cameron stated, planting kisses on the top of my head. "I think you need something to help calm you down." "Cam, what are you talking abou-"