“Too much?” Lex asked.
“No.” She shook her head. “Not enough.”
The words hung in the air between us, full of promise and possibility.
“Later,” I said quietly. “But know this, what you felt tonight? That’s real. We’re all in, Cami. Both of us.”
“Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m all in too.”
We stood there for a moment, the three of us in our own bubble while the students practiced around us. Whatever was building between us, it was undeniable.
Chapter Eleven
Cami
By the time the last student left at nine-thirty, I felt like I’d been wrung out and hung up to dry. Every muscle ached, my head was spinning, and I was pretty sure I’d absorbed the emotional energy of every single person in that room today.
Majesty appeared at my elbow, his hand warm and steady. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
Lex was still in the teaching space, breaking down equipment. He looked up as we passed, concern flickering across his face.
“I’ve got her,” Majesty said quietly, and Lex nodded.
I didn’t have the energy to argue. I just nodded and let him guide me toward the cabin and upstairs, grateful when he tucked me against his side for support. My legs felt like jelly, and each step was an effort.
By the time we reached my door, I was practically leaning all my weight against Majesty. He opened the door and guided me inside, and I immediately sank onto the edge of my bed with a grateful sigh.
“I’m so tired,” I mumbled. “I don’t even know why. We were just talking all day.”
“Emotional labor is still labor.” He crouched down in front of me, his hands resting on my knees. “Your brain and heart worked overtime today. Of course you’re exhausted.”
I looked down at him, at the genuine concern in his eyes, and felt something warm bloom in my chest. “I need a shower. I feel like I’m covered in the energy of the entire class.”
“Go ahead. Take your time. I’ll be here when you’re done.”
I blinked at him. “You don’t have to stay.” But I wanted him to.
“I know.” He reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing across my skin in a way that made my breath hitch. “I want to. Unless you’d rather be alone?”
“No.” The word came out too quickly, almost desperate. “Please stay.”
“Then I’m staying.”
Relief flooded through me. I gathered my things and headed to the bathroom, my hands shaking slightly as I turned on the water. The shower was exactly what I needed. Hot water pounding against my sore muscles, steam filling my lungs, the scent of my bodywash grounding me back in my body.
I stayed under the spray longer than necessary, trying to organize my thoughts. Today had been intense. Being the focus of both men during that demonstration, feeling their hands on me, their complete attention... it had awakened something in me that I wasn’t sure how to handle.
When I finally emerged, wrapped in my robe with my hair damp and my skin flushed, Majesty was sitting in the chair by my bed. Waiting. The sight of him there, patient and solid, made my heart skip.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much.” I moved toward my dresser, reaching for the lotion I usually used after showers, but he stood and intercepted me.
“Let me,” he said, picking up both the lotion and the small bottle of massage oil I kept beside it.
My hand froze. “What?”
“You took care of a room full of people today. Let me take care of you.” He held up the bottles. “Lie down on your stomach. Let me work out some of this tension.”
