A man withtattoosin a backward hat.
His inked forearms flex, and I have to keep from salivating like one of Pavlov’s dogs.
Apparently, I’m not very discreet.
“Are my arms interesting,ljepota?”Cameron chuckles in amusement as heat floods my cheeks.
“Shut up,” I chide, crossing my arms. “I was just looking at your tattoos.”
He cocks an eyebrow. “Do you like tattoos?”
“They’re fine,” I shrug.
Fine? I guess that’s one way to say a shirtless man with tattoos is enough to ruin your panties.
“Do you have any?”
“One,” I answer.
His eyes sparkle with interest. “Wanna show me?”
I smirk at him. “Can’t show you it in public.”
Now hereallylooks interested. “Where did you get a tattoo, Zhuri baby?”
I throw my head back and laugh. “It’s on my hip, dumbass. Get your mind out of the gutter.”
Cameron waggles his brows. “My mind lives in the gutter.”
He tries to keep a straight face but eventually fails, causing me to laugh again with him.
Being with Cameron is soeasy.
We’ve fully let go of everything that happened between us in the past, and we’re enjoying each other in the present.
And it turns out that I really enjoy being with him.
Tell me how a lunch together after a photoshoot takes so long that it’s practically sunset now.
I don’t have the answer, but that’s where we are, sitting near the lake in City Park as the sun casts the city around us in a golden hue.
“What was it like growing up in Croatia?” I ask, looking over at Cameron.
“Honestly, I loved it,” he replies. “Zagreb is really laid-back, and the city has so much history. It’s a really beautiful place.”
“What was your favorite thing to do there?”
“When I wasn’t on the ice, I was running through the parks if it wasn’t winter. There’s so much green space around the city.”
“It’s so cool that you lived in another country,” I say.
“It was pretty fun,” he smiles. “Now, would you rather go skydiving or scuba diving?”
“Scuba diving,” I reply. “I’m not afraid of heights or anything, but I also don’t have any desire to jump out of an airplane.”
“I’d pick skydiving,” he says. “No way in hell you’re getting me in the water.”
“I guess I could try skydiving instead, then.” He smiles at me, and his stupid dimples pop, making my stupid heart flutter in my chest.
