I follow in his footsteps. The cabin looks a million times better in the soft golden glow—not murdery at all. “Thank you,” I tell him. “That’s so sweet!”
He ignores me, unlocking the door and ushering me inside. “Don’t go out again tonight. The storm will hit soon. Make sure all the windows are latched and the heating’s on high.”
“Will it be bad?”
“So-so.” He frowns. “You’re not scared of storms?”
“Nope. I like them as long as I’m inside. It’s like being in a soothing ASMR video.”
He stares at me. “The things you say make no sense.”
I remember myself. “Oh, your coat.” I shrug out of it and hand it over. He puts it on and jams his hands in his pockets, but he doesn’t move to leave.
The moment stretches between us.
Thunder crackles outside.
“Well. Um. Thanks for tonight,” I say, taking a step back. The heel of my boot catches on a floorboard, and I stumble, losing my balance.
Before I can process what’s happening, Cameron’s heavy weight is pinning me against the wall of the cabin. I squeak. He’s massive, and he’severywhere.His hands circle my waist.
“Oh,” I gasp.
“Your shoes,” he says in my ear, voice dark with anger, “are allridiculous.”
I shiver all over. “I like them.”
“You’re not going to like them when you snap your spine,” he growls.
I just quiver and wait for him to let me go. But he doesn’t. He keeps holding me, his big chest expanding against mine as he breathes. My heart is beating so fast it’s making my vision flicker. The stormy air seems charged with thunder. I’m not sure what’s happening. Why isn’t Cameron stepping back?
“Er. Well—” I start.
Cameron’s eyes drop to my mouth, and my stomach bottoms out. Holy shit. Is he about tokissme? Surely not, right? But he’s looking at me as if he might. And if he did kiss me…would it make me a terrible person if I let him? Fraser flashes through my mind.
“Your lips,” Cameron mutters, still looking intently at my mouth.
“Yes?” I tip my face up. The movement is basically involuntary. I guess Iama terrible person.
Cameron reaches up slowly. Heat plucks in my belly as he touches his thumb under my bottom lip. He pulls it away and looks at the smear of gloss spangling his thumbprint. “They haveglitteron them.” He sounds deeply confused.
“Oh. Yes. It’s my lip gloss. Frosted Candy. It’s great! Super long-wearing, and it smells amazing. I have a discount code. If, um. You want.”
Jesus Christ, just kill me.
Cameron stares at me. The seconds tick by. Thunder grumbles outside, vibrating through our joined bodies. Then?—
“Fuck’ssake,” he mutters, and kisses me.
SIXTEEN
CAMERON
Summer tastes sweet. Her lips are full and lush against mine. She’s still for a moment, and then she melts against me with a tiny moan.
The sound snaps me out of it. I yank away from her, breathing hard.
Summer looks up at me, her cheeks bright pink. “Um,” she says. “Wow?”
