Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 519(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Ah, even thinking it makes me cringe.
As I press my hip into the foam roller, I move myself over it for the stretch I need. While it hurts so damn good, I don’t even feel it. I’m fully engrossed in my phone that’s set up in front of me as I scroll through TikTok. Well, Cameron’s TikTok. I should be ashamed, but I’m not. I do this more than I ought to, but I can’t help it. She’s so fucking gorgeous, and her content is fun. She is a great influencer, and it’s easy to tell she enjoys it. The last three years have been beautifully kind to her, and I find myself checking my mail every few minutes for her response.
It’s been a day since I got the email from her, and I’m chomping at the bit, trying to figure out what she wants. Of course, I’ve gone through every scenario. I go from thinking she wants to get closure on our decision from freshman year to what Quinn said—to discuss the campaign, to possibly wanting to collaborate. Then I go completely off the rails, thinking she misses me and wants to try again. I am well aware the latter makes me a hopeless romantic, but I can’t help it.
I miss her.
Our relationship wasn’t serious. Or at least, that was how it started. We were mainly thrown together because her best friend is Callie Merryweather, who is Quinn’s brother Evan’s fiancée. We started spending a lot of time together because wherever Callie was, Cameron was. She would come to the Adler house, we’d all go out for lunch, and we even had some classes together. I’m not surprised we hooked up; she was a damn good time, and the attraction between us was real. It was easy and it felt right.
I can still remember every single moment of the night we moved from friends to lovers.
When everything changed.
A random Tuesday night, freshman year.
“I shouldn’t kick Callie’s ass, right?”
I laugh as I meet Cameron’s gaze. Her lids are heavy. We’ve been drinking, but no matter the amount of alcohol I drink, my awareness of Cameron is bar none. I don’t know when I started to have feelings for her, but they’ve come fast and hard. I find myself looking at her lips a lot. Obsessed with the Cupid’s bow of her top lip and the fullness of her bottom. The tiny gap between her two front teeth. The way her long hair falls along her shoulders, ending right at her breasts that I know for a fact would fit perfectly in my mouth.
Ahfuckme, she’s got me simping hard for her.
“Nope, they’re all obsessed with each other,” I say, trying to ease the fact that her best friend told her not to come back to their room for a while. That she and Evan need alone time. We hadn’t even realized that Callie and Evan had left the party, so when Cameron got that text, she was not only surprised, but annoyed. “Ah, let them be,” I suggest, waving her off.
I lean my hip on the counter where she sits, and she rolls her eyes. Our bodies are so close, and the heat that rolls off her has desire swirling in my gut. I wonder if she feels the same heat I do, but I don’t dare ask. Or make a move. Though I want to, I’m scared she’ll reject me.
“Fine, but I hope you know I’m staying with you until I’m allowed to go back.”
“That’s fine,” I say roughly, looking away so she doesn’t see how that excites me. How all this time together has made me ache for her.
She grazes my arm with her hand and grins up at me. “Thanks, guy.”
Before I can tell her it’s a pleasure, ReVerti leans on the counter. “Hey, you two wanna play kiss cards?”
At the mention of kiss cards, everyone starts to gather before Cameron or I can even agree. “Heck yeah,” Cameron exclaims, crossing her legs as Odder comes up, sucking a card to his lips.
Soon, the card is being passed through the kitchen, laughter and catcalls filling the room as guys pass to guys, to girls, from girls to girls, and everything in between. It’s hard to watch everyone else when Cameron continually laughs in such a beautiful, carefree way. It’s almost childlike, full of such excitement. But when ReVerti has the card, his green eyes gleam as he leans toward Cameron. She giggles, leaning forward to get the card with her mouth, but like the jackass he is, he drops the card and grins widely at her.
Before I can even process what I am doing, I take her jaw in my hand and guide her face away from his. Her eyes widen, her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop me as I bring her lips to mine. The room loses their minds. ReVerti cusses at me, but I don’t care. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I watch as her eyes drift shut, and soon mine do the same as I fall deeply into the kiss. Her lips are better than I could ever have imagined. Soft, but firm, and she tastes like absolute heaven. She brings her hands up, cupping my cheeks as I snake my other hand around her waist, sliding her along the counter against me. I run my tongue over her lips, ignoring the room, ignoring everything, and when she opens her sweet mouth for me, I dive in.