Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
I hurry to put a bra on and grab the bottle of tequila to get back out there. I don’t change my clothes because I don’t want to look as desperate as I feel to have him look at me as more than a friend.
I take one more glance in the mirror as I clench the bottle of alcohol to my chest, then I huff. Reaching up, I release my hair from the ponytail and comb my hand through it.
A groan leaves my lips as I’ve only managed to make it frizzy. My curls have recoiled from washing my hair this morning. I haven’t had a chance to blow it out.
Giving up on trying to look presentable, I head back out to the living room where Cam is waiting. I find him with his shoes and socks kicked off. He’s in his jeans, but his button-down is thrown on the back of my couch and he’s in a sleeveless T-shirt sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.
I stand admiring the view. A grin comes to my lips as I see he has emptied the tequila bottle I left behind. He holds it up and gives me a smile when he sees me.
“I thought I’d catch up. Come on. I figured your TV out. Let’s find something to watch. Food is on the way.”
I laugh and go to sit on the couch beside where he’s sitting on the floor. He leans his head against my leg and wraps his arm around my calf. I think we both release a contented sigh at the same time.
“This is what I needed,” he murmurs softly.
I bite my lip and keep silent. He’s talking about the tequila, not me. Even if his words were meant for me, nothing can come of these feelings.
As I have the thought, I look to the coffee table, but the bag is no longer there. My heart swells. This is why I love him.
He always takes care of me and never asks for anything in return. It would have been so amazing if I would have had a chance to explore things between the two of us. I hate Dez.
CHAPTER 30
What About Us?
Cameron
I’m smiling so hard my face hurts. We’ve finished two more bottles of tequila and scoffed down a ton of Chinese food. Two movies and a jam session later and we’re laying side by side on the floor, laughing our asses off about everything but nothing at all.
She’s happy. That’s all that matters to me. The playlist turns to one of mine and “Love U 4 Life” by Jodeci starts to play. I grin and begin to sober up. Turning to look at the side of her face, I lift and prop up on my forearm.
She’s so fucking gorgeous. Not a stitch of makeup on her face and her wild curls are all over the place. They look silky as the large ringlets sprawl around her head and face.
I want to reach for a lock and rub it between my fingertips. I bet she would look sexy beneath me with her hair like that as I thrust into her while she cried out my name.
I clear my throat and shift my thoughts as I feel myself hardening. I’ve been semi-hard all night. I don’t need her to know how much she’s been turning me on.
“Can I ask you something?” I murmur.
She turns to me and blinks a few times. That tequila has hit us both hard. Finishing both cases of beer didn’t help.
“Yeah. Go ahead.”
“Do you have any regrets? Have you done all you wanted in the last four years?”
“Yeah, I have a few.”
“Like what?”
“Lying to you and messing things up in the beginning. Never losing my virginity. Now I’ll have to give it to someone I never wanted to have it. Not telling someone I care about how much I care about him—”
I cut her off as her words sink in. My lips are crushed to hers as she moans into my mouth. I kiss her hungrily, wanting desperately to take her V-card away from that asshole.
I tug her body closer until she’s beneath me. I’ve taken someone’s virginity before, but this time I have skills. I want to do this for her and make it something she’ll never forget.
I break the kiss and look into her eyes to see if she’s okay with this. Panting, she nods her head frantically. I reconnect our lips and kiss her deeper this time.
Amina reaches for the hem of my T-shirt and tugs it from my jeans and then over my head. I help her to pull it off and toss it aside. Reaching to cup the back of her neck, I lift her to connect our lips again.
“Cam,” she moans as I kiss my way down her neck.