Oh, because I am, baby, but youdon’twant to hear about those thoughts.
“I’m alright,ljepota.Promise.”
“Okay…” She doesn’t seem convinced, but she lets it go. “Wanna tell me how to spell that yet?”
I let out a deep laugh. “Haven’t learned yet, Zhuri baby?”
“I know nothing about spelling in Croatian, Cameron.”
“Then it shall remain a mystery,” I smirk.
Zhuri groans. “It’s driving me fucking insane.”
And your mysterious hip tattoo drivesmeinsane. Consider us square.
“Maybe you’ll learn one day.”
“What am I going to think when I learn what it means?” She turns her body toward me. “You’ve been calling meljepotafor over a month now.”
I shrug. “I don’t know what you’ll think truthfully.”
“Is it an insult? You started it when we still hated each other.”
“Sure.”
“Cameron!”
I can’t help but laugh. “Yes, Zhuri baby?”
Zhuri throws her head back and groans. “You aren’t giving me anything to go on here.”
“I know,” I smile, glancing at her eyes, the deep pools of brown pulling me right in.
She’s way too fucking pretty.
Long lashes. Perfectly smooth skin. Pouty, full lips.
The more time I spend with her, the more fucked I am.
Yet I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon… or ever.
There’s nothing better than homemade pancakes in the morning, though I do seem to have a bit more pep in my step today.
Could that have anything to do with the fact that Zhuri fell asleep on my couch last night before the movie ended, so I moved her to the guest bedroom, where she’s still sleeping now?
Yeah, almost certainly.
I’m not ashamed to admit that, at least in my own head.
I know it’s only been a little over a month since we officially became teammates, but as soon as we started talking, Zhuri pulled me right in.
No one has ever tried to get close to me because of my reputation, but she is, and I’m feeling things I don’t think I’ve felt for anyone… ever.
Zhuri walks into the kitchen just as I pull the last few pancakes off the griddle.
“Please tell me you have coffee.” Her voice is still raspy from sleep, andgod,it’s even sexier than usual.
I point to a clean mug on the counter beside my coffee pot. “Right there, Z. Help yourself.”
