You aren’t either,my vicious brain touts, and suddenly the smile fades.
I nod. “Okay.” I swallow, noticing his gaze has shifted to my mouth.
For the slightest moment it stays fixed there, until the waitress comes back, and he blinks, as if he’s just remembered where he is.
“Thanks,” he says as he slips his card back into his wallet. I quickly pull out a couple twenties and pass it to the server while he isn’t looking, giving her a soft smile.
“Thank you,” I say as Cam catches me, shaking his head.
“Unbelievable.” But the way he says it isn’t pissy or angry. It’s sweet. Humored even.
I shrug as we get up from the table. He comes to stand by my side, raising a brow at me.
“You just can’t let go of that control, can you?” he asks, and suddenly I’m very aware of how warm it is in here and how fast my heart is beating.
Not to mention the twitch of my cock in my chinos.Fucking hell.
I chew on my lower lip, so hard I think I draw blood.
I want to protest because his words remind me of someone else's. But I don’t want to think about Savannah right now.
Right now, I just want to enjoy this serendipitous moment in time, where everything is perfect.
Where we are perfect.
Just two friends having a good time.
Friends. The word doesn’t feel right, but it’s what we are. Right?
He’s close enough I can smell the sweet scent of Macallan on his breath. Mixed with his natural scent, his cologne…
My cock twitches and I shift my weight.
“Guess not,” I say, my voice coming out slightly raspy.
Cam’s steely gaze flits from my mouth to my eyes as he nods towards the exit.
“After you,” he says with a grin.
My cheeks flush again as I purse my lips. “Exit. Right.”
Internally, I chastise myself because I sound like a bumbling idiot, and I can’t even blame it on the alcohol.
I had one fucking beer, that’s not even enough to get me buzzed.
I flash him a grin as I push some hair behind my ear and turn around, heading for the exit. I can feel his eyes on me, on my back. My ass. But I don’t say anything. Let him look, if he wants.
The thought makes me warm all over, and the chill of the New York air hits me like a balm as I open the door for him.
“After you.” I smile. Cam chuckles, shaking his head. The width of the doorway isn’t very big, and with both of us here, it’sa little tight. But I swear as he exits, he leans into my side of the door a little bit. Enough to brush against me and make my stupid cock twitch.
I suck in a breath, praying he didn’t notice the situation brewing in my fucking pants. The last thing I want is to scare him and make him think I’m just trying to get in his pants.Again.
The thought lands hard in my gut.
Do I want to get in his pants?
Yes.
