“I never forget it.”
She raises a brow at me and I hold my hands up. “Okay, that was one time, and it was with you. We still used a condom.”
“Well, don’t get close to forgetting again. Three.” She lets out the most dramatic sigh I’ve ever heard. “If either of us starts to develop feelings for somebody else or each other, we end things right away.”
“Rest assured, that will not be a problem between us.” There are several reasons as to why it can’t and won’t ever happen. It is the absolute last thing on my mind.
Kamila laughs darkly. “You’d be surprised, Kahlo. You’d be very surprised.”
I’m not surprised if it’s happened in the past. However, I keep that thought to myself.
“And finally, four, we tell no one, and I meanno one. This stays between us, and that’s it. Not even Milo.”
I bark out a laugh. “Milo’s a cat. Who the fuck is he going to tell?”
Her face remains even. “Nobody can know. I trust my friends with my life, but I don’t want them knowing anything. I feel guilty enough as it is.”
That makes me clear headed. “I can’t tell you not to feel guilty, Kamila. What I can tell you is that I don’t think what we’re doing is wrong.”
She shakes her head and raises her voice. “Do you agree to my terms or not?”
I stand up and gaze down at her five-foot-three frame. “Yes, but I have one of my own. I’m surprised you didn’t list it.”
“What?”
“I don’t want to hear Ana’s name again.”
Her features harden and I see anger ignite behind her amber eyes.
“Got it,” she says between clenched teeth. Obviously, the topic of Ana doesn’t appeal to her either. “So, when should we start?”
“Do you have an early class tomorrow?"
My facial expression must give something away since her breaths come in shorter. “No, my first class is ours at eleven.”
“Then how about we start now? I have a single.”
Kamila licks her lips and swallows slowly. “Okay.”
“Thank fuck.”
I toss her over my shoulder, slapping her ass, and carry her to my room.
Chapter Nineteen
KAMILA
Cameron shuts the door and throws me onto his bed, wasting no time. He leans down and brings his hungry mouth to mine. His grunts mix with my moans as I get wetter.
“Take your shirt off,” he tells me in a deep, demanding voice that leaves no room for argument. I scramble to do as he says, exposing my plain black bra in the process. Cameron eyes my chest as if he wants to swallow me whole. I then realize that he didn’t get to see me completely nude the first time we had sex. Heat rises to my cheeks eliciting excitement and anticipation. He brings a hand behind my back and unclasps my bra with two fingers.
My mouth drops open at the ease in which he was able to accomplish that. “You’ve done that way too many times.”
“A lot can happen in two years, Kamila,” he says, repeating his words from earlier.
Two can play at this game. “Very true.” I catch his bottom lip between my teeth, distracting him from my task. His groan comes from deep within his chest. Once I let his lip go, I’m smirking with his belt in hand.
His eyes flash with surprise, probably wondering how I did itwithout him feeling anything. It’s a trick I keep up my sleeve and it’s staying there.
