Fuck.
What was he getting himself into?
Chapter 10
Dutch Grand Prix
Room number 796. Scott took a deep breath and rapped on the door with as much confidence as he could muster.
He could act totally cool and unbothered. People did stupid things when they were drunk all the time. Friends drunkenly having sex was nothing. It had literally happened to Scott during his college days a few times, and they’d just laughed about it afterward.This was the exact same thing—
The door opened.
“Hey!” Scott said, flashing a wide smile as he met Cam’s inscrutable dark eyes. He had the uncomfortable feeling his grin was bordering on maniacal, but he couldn’t seem to do anything about it.
“Hey,” Cam said, stepping aside to let him in. He’d stepped too far away. As if he didn’t want any parts of their bodies to touch as Scott passed.
Scott narrowed his eyes. He should probably let it be. But it was one thing when Scott was the one being touch-averse. It was another whenCamacted as if he’d gotten the plague. That wouldn’t do.
Before Scott could think twice, he stepped forward and, leaning in, kissed the other man on his stubbled cheek.
Cam froze for like half a second—practically an eternity for a Formula One driver—before clapping Scott on the shoulder and pulling away.He rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze sliding somewhere over Scott’s ear instead of his eyes. “Did you have a good flight?”
Apparently they were doing small talk now.
Smiling crookedly, Scott stepped farther into the room, hoping he looked like everything was perfectly normal and not at all weird. “Well, you know. Long. Boring. The usual.”
He dropped onto the couch with a casual confidence that took an alarming amount of concentration to maintain. Cam stayed by the door for a moment, his body language stiff, before walking closer.
Silence fell over the room.A very loud, awkward silence.
Right. So apparently they were going with the pretend-nothing-happened strategy.Scott could do that. Scott was great at pretending nothing happened.
He clasped his hands together behind his head and leaned back. “So. What’s up?”
Cam stared at him.
Scott stared back, smiling.
And never mind that his brain was running through that night in a high-definition replay he had absolutely not asked for. The club. The drinks. Too many drinks.Cam’s hand on his waist.Cam laughing into his shoulder.Cam’s thumb in his mouth. Cam’scockheavy on his tongue—
“Are we really going to pretend it didn’t happen?” Scott blurted out. “That’s lame.”
A muscle in Cam’s jaw jumped. Then the tension around his eyes eased a little. He gave a short laugh. “Of course you wouldn’t behave like any normal person would after having ill-advised sex. Why did I think you would?”
Scott grinned. “Because I’m awesome like that?” He patted the space on the couch next to him. “Come here, don’t be shy. I promise not to suck your dick.”
Cam gave him a pinched look. “Very funny,” he deadpanned, but he did walk over and sit down next to him. His body was radiating tension, but he didn’t push Scott away when he threw an arm around Cam’s shoulders and leaned into him.
“Are you freaking out?” Scott said, studying his profile curiously.
“No,” Cam said, without looking at him. “We were drunk. And stupid. It doesn’t count. I’m straight. I’m not attracted to you at all.”
“Ouch,” Scott said with a laugh.He did his best to ignore the small knot that settled in his stomach.It was normal. Just an ego thing. No one liked being told that they weren’t attractive by a handsome man.It wasn’t as though hewantedCam, either.
“So we’re good?” Scott pressed.
Cam gave a clipped nod.
