“I’m hungry,” I tell her. “I’ll probably eat something before I go to bed, and I don’t want to keep you up.” It’s not a complete lie. I am hungry, even if what I’m craving isn’t food. “Please.” It’s not a suggestion.
I step away, my body buzzing with lust and defeat all at once, and shuffle into the en suite bathroom.
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Josefine
Damn,that should have earned me a gold star. More like five hundred gold stars. Turning Cameron down was no easy feat. If my pussy could talk, she would have told me to lie on my back and shut the fuck up. In fact, she’s screaming at me right now, throbbing with want. Wanting the man on the other side of that door, the one who’s stark naked with water dripping down his chiseled body.
Even after a day of traveling, he looks better than I remember. A Mediterranean tan highlights his dreamy features and accentuates the sinewy muscles of his arms. I shut down the traitorous quiver my body unleashes at the thought and drag the covers up to my neck.
When Cameron steps out of the bathroom, he’s met with a view of the back of my head. Squeezing my eyes closed, I will him to hurry. I feel bad that he’s going to be stuck sleeping on the sofa in his own home, but the determination etched on his face told me I wasn’t going to win that round. A drawer near the foot of the bed slides open, then another. I feel his gaze on me like a hot, intense spotlight. A sigh, then the soft click of the door.
Rolling onto my back, I throw my arms across my face. What am I doing? Is it too late to go somewhere else for the night? Is it too early to go back to my apartment? The email said we could return on Monday. Technically,it isMonday. I swipe my phone from the nightstand.
Me
Guess who came home early???
I will Millie to respond. I need a pep talk. But no message. It is the middle of the night, after all.
My body’s circuiting with fitful electricity. There’s no way I’m sleeping now. So I tap on the Instagram icon, well aware that scrolling on my phone is the last thing that’ll help. I notice Cameron is online. Great. Here we are, under the same roof, doing the same thing but separately. That is not weird at all.
My phone buzzes a few seconds later. A DM from@click_it_with_cam.
Cam
What are you doing awake?
I contemplate just silencing my phone and rolling over, but my fingers have other plans.
Me
Can’t sleep
Cam
I’m sorry. I feel like that’s my fault
Me
It’s not. You didn’t even know I was staying here lol
Cam
True. Ezra is gonna hear it from me tomorrow
Rather than respond, I stalk his Instagram grid. Yeah, I’m a glutton for punishment. I swipe in a swift upward motion, and pictures fly by in a blur like the wheel fromThe Price is Right.
The fifteen-photo grid displayed when it stops is full of photographs of places and things—hotel lobbies, a meadow of wildflowers, specialty cocktails and an artisan charcuterie board next to a luxury pool. There are a couple of featured people too. There’s one of Cameron and Ezra at a baseball game. Another I recognize instantly. It’s me, but this photo wasn’t taken recently. It’s the picture he had framed on his desk in Greece. The one of me jumping off the side of the boat in my pink bikini. The date beneath it shows he posted it more than a year ago. And the caption?The most beautiful view I’ve ever seen.
My pussy is no longer screaming. No, she’s got a full choke hold on me now. A relentless ache tugs behind my heart. I don’t have time to think about what this means, though, because another message comes through.
Cam
You still there? I can’t sleep…
Me
