Cameron
WhatelseamIenjoying a little too much?
Zhuri’s yellow sundress. The skirt flows in the breeze, and the top shows off her cleavage, and I really fucking hate how she’s even more attractive now than she was at eighteen.
What I don’t understand, though, is why I’mnoticingit so often now. I assume it’s because we’re constantly in each other’s vicinities, but who really knows.
What Idoknow is that her yellow dress looks so fucking good contrasted against her smooth, dark skin.
Goddamn her for looking like that.
Sure, we may be on the shores of Lake Granby right now thanks to the party Sean decided to hold for the team before practices start next week, but did she really need to look that hot for a party with her teammates?
She really has me starting to wonder why I ever hated her at all. It was so damn petty of me to hate her solely because she hated me. I know that was Jack’s doing, but I decided she wasjust an extension of Jack, and since she hated me, I was going to hate her, too.
Eleven wasted years when I don’t actually hate her at all anymore, if I ever truly did to begin with.
“Why are you staring at Zhuri?”
I choke down a cough as I spin around and face Sidney. “I’m not staring at Zhuri.”
“Sure, you weren’t,” he chuckles. “You two do seem to really be getting along now.”
“We are. I’ve been getting to know her, and she’s not so bad.”
“Words I never thought I’d hear you say about Zhuri Hart.”
“Fuck off, Gagnon,” I laugh lightly.
“Bet and I have been friends for years, but our best friends despised each other. Maybe we’ll actually be able to see each other now.”
I roll my eyes. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Right now, I wish I did.”
Sidney throws his head back and laughs before waving over to Zhuri, Bet, and Isla, and the three of them immediately come over to join us.
“Hello, gentlemen,” Isla says, giving an exaggerated curtsy.
“Cameron isnota gentleman,” Zhuri chuckles.
Instead of being annoyed, my mind goes somewhere itreallyshouldn’t.
“I can be a gentleman when I want to be.” I catch her gaze now. “But I don’t thinkyou’dwant me to be,ljepota.”
“Cameron!” she chides, unease washing over her. “Do not try to flirt with me.”
“I’m not flirting with you, Hart.”
Zhuri’s look is challenging, and our friends don’t take their eyes off of us. “We literally met when you tried to flirt with me.”
“Eleven years ago,” I add. “I’m not flirting with you now.”
“Whatever you say, Kovacic.” She winks, and our friends break into soft laughter.
“Anyway,” Elisabet pipes in. “The captain of Sean’s boat is heading out for another cruise around the lake. Wanna join us?”
