I laugh. “That’s why I do it. Keeping it interesting.”
“I don’t think you have to worry about not being interesting,” he says, walking past me to the car.
***
“Savannah!” Kendra calls when I walk inside the house. She looks honestly happy to see me.
“Hi,” I say.
“How’ve you been, honey?” she asks, coming over to me. “We’ve been so worried.”
“I’m all right,” I say.
Her blond hair is pulled into a ponytail at her neck, and she’s dressed up, smelling like vanilla. Cameron walks into the kitchen, leaving me alone with his mother. I’m not quite sure how to act. I’m embarrassed that she knows the truth.
She presses her lips together, looking over my face. I can see that she wants to ask about Evan. “Are you hungry?” she asks instead.
“Starving,” I say, making her smile.
“Oh, good,” she says. “Marcel and I are going out to dinner, but I ordered two pizzas. They’re in the kitchen.”
My mouth opens. “You’re . . . you’re leaving?” One, Cameron lied to me about his mother. Two, is Kendra really okay with leaving me alone with her son? At night? After what happened to my brother, I can’t believe she’d welcome me here so openly. I’m not sure how she can be so kind.
“We have reservations,” she says, pulling her eyebrows together. “But if you want me to stay, we can adjust our plans.”
“No,” I say. “Cameron . . . you know what? Never mind.”
“Sutton?” Cameron calls from the other room. His mother tsks. She probably thinks it’s rude that he calls me by my last name, but I actually like when he does it. I always have.
“Have fun,” I tell Kendra. She and Marcel leave, and I go into the kitchen and find Cameron with his head inside the fridge.
“You summoned me?” I ask.
“Pizza?”
“Yeah, hand me a plate.”
Cameron sets two sodas on the counter, and then grabs plates for us. The moment is so normal that it stings a little going down. And I’m not sure I deserve this sort of happy, but I’m tired of fighting it.
***
“This is a terrible movie,” Cameron says. I look sideways at him as we sit together on his leather sofa. He’s sitting close. Closer than a friend would. I shift over a little.
“It’s not that bad,” I say. Of course his family has a huge flat-panel, only-rich-people-would-ever-waste-their-money-on-it TV.
“Terrible,” he whispers.
He’s right. The movie is stupid and this is stupid. We aren’t even really watching it. Things are starting to get uncomfortable, both of us waiting to see if something will happen between us. It totally shouldn’t because Cameron doesn’t need someone like me and I shouldn’t mess with someone like him. But the sexual tension is there anyway.
He clears his throat.
Shit. I should leave. Things are about to get awkward.
“Savannah?”
I don’t answer.
“Hey,” he says, pushing my shoulder.
