Cam lets out a laugh, shaking his head as he runs a hand through his dark hair.
He turns around, his steely grey eyes glistening, and I hate to see him upset.
“Are you trying to defend my honor or some shit?” he teases back, his tone tired, but slightly humorous. “Because if so, I hate to tell you my honor disappeared a long time ago.”
I shake my head.
“Any man who makes you think you’re less than honorable, is a dick.”
Cam nods. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. So, what has you here so late?”
I shrug. “Working on a game. We’ve all been given these avatars to build, and mine’s just… not—he sucks.”
Cam laughs as he takes a seat on the couch. He still hasn’t put his shirt on and he’s barefoot, and suddenly I can see exactly why they hired him.
He might not be as chiseled as me or my teammates, but there’s an understated sort of sensuality to him, sitting here like this.
Relaxed, intimate almost.
“I doubt that. You’re probably just over-analyzing,” he says. “Trying to make it perfect.”
“Probably,” I agree as I pick up a heavy graphite pencil and begin to sketch. Cam’s gaze meets mine, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Some things are just naturally perfect, and others…”
I sketch his shoulders, his arms. It’s not as good as the pieces that surround me, but it doesn’t have to be. I’m not aiming for a piece ofart, I’m just aiming to make my friend feel better.
And no doubt when he sees my trash drawing, he’ll laugh his ass off.
Cam leans back, bracing his hands on the cushion. The motion opens his chest up, the light casting shadows on his face. He props one leg out, which I sketch.
“So, question…”
“Yeah?” he asks, his voice lighter.
There’s the Cam I know.
“If everyone draws you… who do you draw?”
Cam’s eyes darken and his smile disappears. He looks to the door, then back at me.
“I already took my drawing classes, Austen, you know this.” He offers me a half-smile.
“So what you’re saying is you’re rusty?” He huffs out a laugh, rolling his eyes. “Well, when I’m done, you can draw me. Then we’re going to order some food, blast some My Chem, and you’re going to forget that asshole ever happened.”
I watch Cam’s eyes glisten as he takes his bottom lip in his mouth. I do my best to capture the expression as I put my finishing touches on my sketch.
“Sound good?” I ask.
He nods.
“Yeah.” His voice cracks a little and I give him a soft smile. I call up Jammin’ Joe’s; the only pizza place open till midnight on a weekday.
It doesn’t take me long to put in an order for a large pepperoni and olive pizza with non-dairy cheese and pineapple. His favorite.
I’ll just pick off all my pineapple and give it to him, since fruit on pizza is disgusting.
That way he gets double.
