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)
Ahfuckbuddy.
Her tongue moves with mine, the kiss deepens, and everything fades away. Nothing else matters but her lips on mine. My fingers bite into her hip as she threads her fingers through my hair, pulling me even closer. When she hooks her legs around mine, I wish the counter to hell for blocking my body from the chance to encase myself between her sweet thighs.
“Jesus, get a fucking room, Jeannot!”
With that, her lips curve, and I find myself returning the grin against her sweet lips. We part only enough so we both can draw in deep breaths as our foreheads meet. I open my eyes first, and when hers flutter open, her brown eyes are burning with such desire, I feel like a starving man. I want to lose myself in her lips, her body, everything, just as long as I get to be with her. She looks up at me, her eyes so dark.
“I think you cheated.”
“I don’t care,” I say, my lips moving against hers. “I won’t watch another guy kiss you.”
“Is that right?” she asks, her eyes all-consuming. “Why is that?”
“Because if you want to be kissed, I’ll fucking kiss you, Cam.”
Her tongue comes out, sliding along her bottom lip, gently touching mine and setting my whole being on fire. She strokes her thumbs along my cheekbones, her eyes locked on mine. “Benny.”
“Cam.”
Her lips curve. “I want to be kissed.”
“It’s an honor.”
Even now, after knowing how it all played out, I don’t regret a damn thing. If anything, I wish I could feel her lips once more. Sometimes I wonder if I came on too strong, if I rushed things, if I wasn’t completely up front with how I felt. Maybe if I had told her I had feelings for her, she wouldn’t have ghosted me. If I hadn’t just jumped right in and made it about the physical rather than the emotional, then things could have been different. I can’t change the past, but if she gave me the chance, I would make our future something for the ages.
I switch to my other hip just as my phone dings with an email. I almost fall off the foam roller trying to open my app, and my potential pain is worth it when I see an email from her.
Hey,
I appreciate you answering me back. Can we meet this afternoon at the sports complex? One of the meeting rooms? Around four? I hope to hear from you.
Thanks.
Cameron
My body vibrates with excitement as I write her back that I’ll be there. When I hit send, though, I pause. I am way too excited for something that may not even be what I think it is. I can’t get my hopes up. I can’t allow her to hurt me once more. She didn’t do it on purpose, neither of us promised anything, but there is something about Cameron White that awakens every single fiber of my being, and I need to be careful.
Before I end up like Quinn.
Chapter Six
Cameron
I smack my face into my pillow mat as chalk flies around me with each strike of my face. Callie is on her knees at the chalk bucket, chalking up her grips as she listens to me groan.
“I made a bad choice,” I mutter against the mat, inhaling chalk. I turn my head to the side, coughing as she meets my gaze. “Tell me I’m insane.”
She shrugs, a little grin playing on her lips. “I’ve always loved you two together. He’s a good dude.”
I know this. “That’s not the issue.”
She just grins, her eyes playful, and I know she knows the issue, but neither of us will voice it. “Anything I say,” she tells me as she gets up to take her turn on bars, “you’ll get annoyed by. So I’m gonna sit back and watch this go down.”
I glare at her as she jumps for the low bar, skipping up and starting her routine as if swinging on a wooden rod is child’s play. I guess, for us, it is. I roll onto my back, blowing a piece of hair out of my face. As I stare up at the rafters, I tighten my own grips since I’m supposed to go after Callie, but I’m not ready yet. This is by far my worst practice in years. My stomach is a mess, and my heart won’t stop racing. I am well aware that I am currently doing gymnastics, but the constant knocking of my heart against my ribs has nothing to do with that activity.
It has everything to do with the fact that I’m meeting Benson after practice.
I was going to wait until after Sunday, but I want photos of us for socials, and I feel like I may have to talk him into what I want. I’ve gone over my speech a thousand times since he agreed to meet me. I’ve written bullet points, I’ve made pros and cons, but I am not confident at all. It doesn’t matter how much this could help our social media accounts or that Dr. Willard emailed me so full of excitement when I sent her the potential outline of my project—I just don’t know that he’ll want to help me.