Then I feel familiar warm hands on my hips, soft kisses on my throat, and I close my eyes.
“You sure you don’t want to come with me?” Cam breathes against my neck, the heat of his breath making my skin prickle with goosebumps. His arms encircle me as he holds me against him. Without thinking, my entire body relaxes in his hold.
I open my eyes, gazing at the city.
“No, I’m good,” I say, swallowing hard. My stomach flips as I debate whether or not to tell him about my meeting with Margo today. Oddly enough, she texted to meet so we could sign all the official paperwork, and it just so happened the time she wanted to meet was during the time Garrett wanted to meet up with Cam. Something about preparations for his upcoming shoot.
Dior. FuckingDior.
I’ve seen those ads. They are always hot, and they are everywhere. On billboards, in magazines, all over social media.
It’s a huge opportunity. This… it could be ahugebreak for him. Make his career.
Suddenly, I tense.
What if his career takes off even more after this? What if this, us—what if it’s just a blip on his radar?
“You okay?” he asks, hands trailing up my sides.
I don’t want to be just a blip on his radar.
I don’t want to be like the other guys who didn’t last, but can I really have this?
What doesthiseven look like?
I think about lying, because it’s what I’ve always done when people ask if I’m okay.
But when Cam asks me, I can never lie. He sees through the lies, so I don’t bother trying.
“No,” I say as he holds me tighter. His hand slides over mine, heating up the metal of my ring from his palm.
“Can I help?” he asks, his voice strangely soft. Loving.
“Just…” My voice is barely a whisper as the hurricane of panic starts to build.
I don’t want to lose this. I don’t want to lose him.
“Just hold me like this for a little longer?” I ask. “I know you have to go, but—”
“No, I don’t,” he says, whispering in my ear. “I can call Garret right now and—”
I shake my head.
“No, you need to go. It’s fine, I’ll be…” I let out a sigh. “I’ll be fine.”
Turning in his arms, I gaze up at his bright grey eyes.
“Seriously. Go.”
His expression is careful as he regards me, and for a minute, I think he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he leans in and kisses me softly. My entire body responds, from my pounding heart to my twitching cock.
He makes me feel invincible. Alive.
I deepen our kiss as the words fall out of my mouth without warning.
“I love you,” I breathe, only realizing once he tenses that I’ve actually said them.
