“Hey, Kamila. Texting Levi, I see. How’s he doing after you broke the news to him?” I tuck my phone back into my pocket and ignore him.
He smiles and leans forward. “Have you given any more thought to my proposition?”
He’s so close that I can smell his cologne. It’s different from the one he used to wear. It’s earthy with hints of smokiness.
“Did you just smell me?” Cameron presses his lips together, stifling a laugh.
I blush.Yes.“Nope.”
“Uh-huh.” He pulls his chair a little closer to mine. “Kamila, look at me.” I sigh and do as he says.
“What?”
He lowers his voice to a whisper, and his dark eyes fill with what I can only describe as inexplicable want. “Have you thought about my proposition?”
My throat bobs as I swallow, trying not to get lost in the same want. “It can’t happen again.”
The words don’t sound convincing at all, making him smile because that look wasn’t just a natural reaction to our chemistry…it was also a test.
He leans in a little closer. “Your mind is saying one thing, but your body is telling me the opposite. Your face is slightly flushed, your breaths are uneven, your voice is unsteady, and your pupils are dilated.” He pauses when I scowl. “You want me just as badly as I do you.”
“You’re wrong,” I say with as much confidence as I can.
He narrows his eyes, backs away, and laughs softly. “Okay, I’ll stop talking about it.”
My body relaxes. “Thank you.”
“For now.”
Rubbing my forehead and rolling my eyes, I say, “Let’s just focus on class, okay?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He leans back in his chair and gives me a wink that makes my legs press together. Which, of course, he doesn’t miss.
He’s far from done with this topic. Cameron is extremely stubborn, like me. He doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants, and he’s not wrong about me wanting him. I have thought about the proposition, I just can’t go through with it. Although it has been almost two and a half years since him and my sister broke up, and she’s clearly moved on from what she’s told me since I last saw her—no Kamila, those are just excuses. He’s getting into your head. What he did to you and Ana was wrong and unforgivable.
I sense Cameron’s eyes on me. When I take a peek, I catch him smirking. We might not know each other like we used to, but he can still tell what I’m thinking just like I can him. He knows he’s getting to me, and he’s enjoying it. A little too much. I bob my head towards the professor, wordlessly telling him to pay attention to the lecture. He shrugs and turns back to theprojection screen. Yet I can still make out the small smirk on his face before moving my attention back to the board.
Zoeyand I are finishing our meals at Roxy’s before heading to King’s Wolf. It’s the first time the two of us have hung out alone. She texted me asking for a girl’s night out, and we invited all the other girls, but none of them could make it. It’s Thursday, which means tonight is ladies’ night at the bar where it’s two for one for women in King’s Wolf. Unlike Zo, my goal for tonight is to secure that internship. I need to ask Mateo if he’s willing to put in a good word for me.
I do have to admit that I was nervous to go out with her alone. She was Cameron’s friend first, which is fine. I’m just not sure how much she knows or wants to know about our odd situation. Thankfully, she hasn’t mentioned him at all.Cameron also hasn’t called or texted me since our class on Tuesday, which was a relief until I got a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something is off. It can’t be this easy to get rid of him.
“Hey, are you okay?” Zoey takes my hand in hers.
“Yeah, sorry, I zoned out for a second.”
“Okay, well, I’m ready when you are.”
“I’m all set. Let’s go.” We put our jackets on and head out. We’re both dressed casually compared to our usual night-out attires. Zo is wearing some loose jeans with sneakers and a black long-sleeved cropped top, her curly hair slicked back in a tight ponytail. Meanwhile, I decided to wear one of the few baggy, graphic t-shirts I own and tucked it into my ripped black jeans, paired with black boots, and, to complete the look, a high ponytail and red lipstick.
Zo and I make it to King’s Wolf, and the bar is just as busy as any regular Saturday night. Music blasts through the small, strong speakers surrounding the place. People’s voices still manage to be on the louder side, everyone yelling so that theirfriends can hear them. The atmosphere alone tells me that Nick is not DJ-ing tonight.
“You want to go talk to your friend before we find some seats?” Zo points towards the bar.
Nodding yes because I don’t feel like straining my vocal cords, we head to the bar. I’m more nervous than I should be and hadn’t realized how badly I want and need this internship till now. I lean up against the end of the bar and wave at Mateo. He smiles and holds up a finger, asking me to give him a minute.
“He’s cute,” Zo hums.
Bouncing on my feet, I tell her what I already know. “Yeah, he’s not really my type.”
