Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Camden was in the kitchen in just his boxers, standing over the stove stirring something. There weren't any signs of real destruction around, so I was able to relax enough to notice the delicious smell.
"Something smells amazing," I said.
He turned to look over his shoulder at me and grinned. "Thank you. Sorry if I woke you. I was trying to find another frying pan and yanked a few pots out of the cabinet with it."
"Well, it looks like it made it out in one piece, so I'll forgive you," I said. I walked up to him and kissed him before going to the refrigerator for juice. "You can cook?"
"Yep," Camden said. "I kind of have to. Being out on the ranch makes it a lot harder to rely only on drive-thrus and convenience stores. They are essentially all inconvenience stores to me. So, my sister taught me to cook. For some reason, she refuses to come to my house three times a day to prepare meals for me."
I laughed and shook my head. "I'm going to go ahead and assume you're joking about that, but some of the guys I've met put me in a gray area. What are you making?"
"Omelets and hashbrowns," he said.
"I had the stuff for those in my house?" I asked, genuinely surprised.
"You did," Camden said, chuckling. "I'm going to guess you aren't a big cook?"
"I'm not a full-on devotee of the drive-thru and the convenience store, but since it's just me, I've never picked up a lot of culinary skills. I don't have a sister to teach me. Or to come over and do it for me."
"Well, it's nothing fancy, but it'll stick to your ribs and fuel you up." He paused in the middle of shifting the potatoes over to the plate he already had waiting on the counter. "Which is probably a sentiment more meaningful on a horse ranch than it is for a college professor now that I think about it."
I laughed. "I am more than happy to be fueled up. Then I'll have all kinds of energy to burn off."
Camden looked at me with a devilish glint in his eyes and leaned in for another kiss.
It turned out Camden was a fantastic cook, at least when it came to omelets and hashbrowns, and was right when it came to fueling me up. We spent the beginning of the day at my place, then decided to venture out to explore the area and work off more of breakfast. Camden didn't know the area around the campus as well, so I took it upon myself to show him around.
We ended up in a small park walking along the cobblestone pathways of an elaborate garden.
"This is one of those places art students like to come to for inspiration for their art pieces, and writing students come to for quiet while they write, and other students get into mischief," I said.
"Mischief?" Camden asked. "What kind of mischief?"
"The kind college kids get into," I said with a grin. "All kinds of shenanigans."
"Well," he said, nudging me with his hip slightly, "I don't know about all those kinds of shenanigans. I didn't have the whole college experience. And according to my friends, I missed out on a lot."
"Oh, really?" I asked. "What do they say you missed out on?"
"Frat parties. Going out dancing. Living in a dorm. Spring break. Wet T-shirt contests," he said.
I laughed. "As someone who did do those things and a lot of other things people are supposed to do while they are in college, I can tell you that you really aren't missing a lot. They weren't all that great."
Camden looked surprised. "You did those things?"
"Why do you look so shocked?" I asked.
His utter surprise at the thought of me doing anything wild and fun offended me a little. Especially considering our first knowledge of each other's existence came from me grabbing him in the middle of a bar and kissing him.
"You told me yourself the bachelorette party wasn't exactly your scene," he said. "And you were really adamant about not breaking the rules when you realized I was your student."
"The bachelorette party was a bit much, but I'm not a college student anymore. Second point, there's a slight difference between things like going to a public park in the middle of the night to swing on the swing set drunk when you're in college and going against your employer's fraternization policies that could get you fired," I said.
"So, you're telling me you were a wild co-ed in your day?" Camden asked.
I cringed. "You make me sound a thousand years old." I thought about my answer for a few seconds. "I don't know if I would go so far as to say wild co-ed, but I did the college experience. The big clichés aren't really all they're cracked up to be. I mean, some of them were really fun, but also a lot of them really weren't. I had a lot more fun on the adventures my friends and I had."