His eyelashes are too long for a guy—I want them for myself. I'd be able to go without mascara, and the fact that they frame those chocolate orbs, has me staring into them longer than is polite.
"Like what you see, Livvy?" he teases.
"Eh. You'll do."
five
We went to see a moviebefore we headed over to the frat party. I didn't even want to go, but I went for Lex. She does a lot for me, it's only fair—and Bash being along helped a lot.
I'm nervous. I don't know why I'm nervous. It's the same people at the same party week after week. Nothing has changed—except for my relationship with Cam. Thathaschanged, at least for me. After hearing from him via text—and one phone call—all week, it's changed a whole hell of a lot. And after my appointment with Dr. Wheeler, it's left me with a lot to think about.
"C'mon, darlin'," Bash coaxes, urging me ahead with his hand at the small of my back. It's amazing what such a simple gesture can do to soothe anxiety. Knowing he's there, supporting me—well, it means more than it should—and that, right there, is going to give me more to think about.
The music blasting, the crowd loud and raucous, the beer and liquor flowing. Nope. Nothing's changed. I look around, trying to see if I can spot Cam anywhere, lifting up on tiptoe to get a better view. There he is. The sight of him causes my breath to catch, my heart to plummet, taking my disappointment to a whole new level.
"How could he?" I mutter aloud. Lex cringes and Bash grinds his teeth.
"Let's go find out," Bash replies.
I lead the way, and when Cam spots me, his eyes go wide with surprise? Guilt? Either way, it's telling—so is the fact that Alison is sitting on the arm of his chair.
"There's my girl," Cam slurs loudly.
I cross my arms over my chest and curl my lip.
"Aww, c'mon Liv. Don't be mad," he slurs again, reaching for me.
I take a step back into Bash's chest and he settles his hands on my shoulders.
"Easy," Bash says in my ear.
I cut my eyes to him and nod.
"Oh, Cam, I think she's pissed at you," Alison giggles.
He gives me a look. "I didn't do anything, Liv."
No kidding. Barely a phone call.Three weeks of this without an end in sight. Did I want to deal with this—again—because really, in this moment, he reminds me a lot of a drunk Danny.
I just stare at him, my frown tucked into place, and, for support, I lean back a little to rest against Bash. Cam and I have been together for a couple months—that's including when we were just screwing around. He'd been different with me, but right now, with the sneer that's formed on his face, he reminds me of the Cam from Destiny.
I should have known better.
"It's all good. You can sit here and continue to flirt with this psycho bully bitch and I'll go back to myfriends."
He doesn't like that. At all. His eyes flare with heat.
"I'm not flirting with anyone," Cam tries to defend.
Alison giggles and runs a fingernail down his heavily muscled arm. "Well, you were a little."
He cuts her a look and she simply rolls her eyes. Just like days of old.
I straighten my spine and walk toward him, resting my hands on the arms of his chair—giving Alison a shove off—and leaning into his space. He reaches for me and I just shake my head.
"No. That's not why I came over here," I tell him, my mouth close to his ear.
"Then why did you?" he asks.
