I turn to him, pretending that I hadn’t heard. “Oh. What?”
He smiles a little as he looks down at the couch, and then back up at me. His brown eyes search my face, pausing at my lips. “I want to kiss you so bad right now,” he says.
My entire body responds, warming to him. I don’t know how to answer. I’m just sort of shocked.
“Can I?” he asks.
“Kiss me?”
He laughs. “Yeah.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“Absolutely not.”
He nods, still smiling, and looks toward the TV. “Okay.”
I wait a second and then I lean over, gather his T-shirt in my hand, and kiss him.
Cameron doesn’t laugh or make a joke this time. Instead he kisses me hard, his tongue against mine as he pushes me back on the sofa, my legs on either side of his hips. We’re both gasping, out of control like we’ve been waiting so long for this. Like we don’t want to stop. Like we never will.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
I listen to hisheart, my head on his chest as we lie in his bed. I close my eyes against its steady beats. Cameron runs his fingers down my arm, stopping just above my cast and then making his way back up again. I don’t want to move from here.
“Hey,” he whispers into my hair.
“Don’t talk,” I say, but smile. “You’ll ruin it.”
“Right.”
I fix the sheet, covering us both up, and rest my face in the crook of his neck. He’s so warm, his body perfect against mine.
“Savannah,” he says.
“What?”
“Thank you.”
I laugh. “Uh . . . you’re welcome.”
“Not for that. Although that was nice.” Cameron wraps me up in his arms and squeezes me. “I mean . . .” He pauses, and it’s adorably awkward. “Thank you for trusting me and everything. I wasn’t sure if you ever would.”
There are butterflies in my stomach, and I wish I could just say what I want, but even now I can’t. I lift my head and look down at him.
“I have to go home,” I say.
His face falls. “Now?”
I swallow hard. “Yeah. Right now.” I give him a quick peck and sit up—taking the sheet with me. I grab my clothes off the floor and get dressed. I toss the wrapper from the nightstand in the trash and watch Cameron move slowly from the bed.
When he smiles at me, that cute, inviting smile, I have to turn away. If I let him look at me that way, he’ll try to convince me to stay. So I walk out and wait by the front door.
***
“I don’t see why you had to leave so fast,” Cameron says as he drives me home. “Running out on me—kind of harsh.” His bruised knuckles hold the steering wheel gingerly.
