I kiss her again, this kiss slow, almost reverent as I help her down from the pool table.
We leave the bar together, hand in hand.
She locks the door behind us, and I walk her to her car, lingering as she opens the door.
“Goodnight,” she smiles up at me. Her smile should be illegal, it’s so perfect.
“Night, Angel.”
I watch her drive off, still wearing that dumb smile on my face, heart beating faster than it should.
I get in my own car and start the engine, then I freeze. A sudden thought hits me.
Shit.
I forgot to get her number.
14
Mistaken identity
I wake up the next morning feeling a little sore and giddy as hell.
Last night was…well—technically this morning—was mind-blowing.
Lucas was mind-blowing.
I haven’t felt this good, or this satisfied in a long time.
Sean and I haven’t had sex in a month and when wedid, it was never likethat…
Not for lack of trying. It’s almost like my body was trying to tell me that he wasn’t right for me before I even realised it.
Thank God I’m not working at the salon today, and my shift at the bar doesn’t start until later tonight.
Gizmo snuggles into my side, her soft fur tickling my arm as I strokeher absently. Poor thing’s been cooped up in this motel room for too long. Ireallyneed to find somewhere more permanent. Especially now that I found out Sean isn’t going back to work.Great.
I pick up my phone and start scrolling through my contacts, looking for the number Tyler gave me. His mate, Emerson, apparently has a place I can stay.
I pause when I see the name Ty saved in my phone.
“Please don’t be a psycho, Emerson,” I mutter under my breath, opening a new message and typing:
Me:Hey, it’s Camille.
Tyler mentioned you have a spare room and I might be able to stay there temporarily? Only thing is, I have a cat, Gizmo. She’s super sweet. Let me know if that is okay? If it is, I’d love to catch up when you’re free so I can have a look at the place.
Camille.
I stare at the screen for a second before hitting send. I need to make sure this guy’s legit, and that the place is okay for both me and Gizmo.
To my surprise, he replies almost instantly.
Emerson:Of course you can stay with us, Camille. And your cat Gizmo too. You’re welcome to come by today and check the place out. Tyler should be home as well.
Perfect. I didn’t expect him to be free so soon.
I type back quickly:
