“What’s this?” I examine it nervously.
He smiles and doesn’t respond, instead he turns and leaves. What the hell was that? I thought he’d take credit, make fun of me, try and talk to me, anything but walk away.
Confused, I open the letter.
Kamila,
Let me start this off by saying I already know that you’re an amazing dancer. I’m also guessing you didn’t take it easy on me today. You probably yelled at some point because I fucked something up, and yet I still enjoyed the yelling because I got to hear the sound of your voice.
If you’re wondering what the hell is going on, let me tell you.
This is one of the many, I guess you could say, gestures, in trying to win you and your trust back while still giving you space to think.
Am I cheating? Probably.
Will it work? I sure fucking hope so.
Like I said yesterday, losing you again isn’t an option.
So, even if it takes weeks, months, or years, I will keep trying. I’ll stay faithful to you while you make your way back to me.
Love always,
Cameron
Chapter Forty-Nine
KAMILA
Friday at Roxy’s
“He knocked somebody over?” Emma lets out a giggle.
“Oh yeah, it was terrible. I had to yell at him to get as far away from the group as possible.” I take a long sip of my drink.
“Then he left you a love letter?” Levi asks.
“Yeah, let’s not talk about the letter. I’m still processing that one.” And it’s true. I’m confused, surprised, touched, and yet, still pissed.
“Well, I wish I could’ve seen him making a fool out of himself,” Jake states.
Levi mutters in agreement. He scans my face to the point where I start to fidget in my seat. His lips tilt up slightly.
I stop mid-bite. “What?”
“He said the first of many gestures to come.”
Em slaps me on the shoulder. “Oh, he’s groveling. Like movie-style groveling.” She does a little dance of excitement, and I can’t help but smile. Em’s happiness is always contagious. “I wonder what his next move is.”
Just as the words escape her mouth, our waiter pulls up next to the table, holding a large tray.
“Here you go.” He sets down four huge ice cream sundaes in front of us.
“Oh, we didn’t order this,” I say.
“It was sent by that man over there.” He points to a table towards the front of the diner where Cameron and Will are sitting. “Cameron told me to tell Kamila that this is merely another gesture to earn back her trust and to say that he is sorry. He also requested extra hot fudge, chocolate chips, and cherries since they’re your favorite toppings.” The waiter looks directly at me and sticks his hand out. “And finally, here’s your card.”
A simple piece of folded paper is set in front of me. I open the card aggressively, ignoring how well he still knows me and remembers the details of what I love. Showing me how little and yet how much we’ve changed.
