Page 55 of Lust & Lollipops

Considering he’d gotten rid of Chris, the only other guy I somewhat liked, I didn’t think he cared who he went up against.

The other guys started using Cam’s puzzle as a guide, and finally managed to get a few pieces, but he was two-thirds of the way through it already. There wasn’t a chance they would catch up.

And as he neared the end of it, I realized why it was so easy for him.

And my throat swelled.

He put in the last piece, the small freckle beside my left eye, and stepped back to study the statue of me.

The other guys stopped trying to solve their own puzzles.

Travis and Kyle were grimacing.

Reid was staring at Cameron with something akin to understanding.

Cam was only looking at me.

I forced my gaze to land on Rhett.

He announced Cameron the winner, then guided us to a waiting speedboat. With one last look at the three guys headed for the final vote, I lifted a hand in a wave.

Then, I stepped onto the boat behind Cameron.

We’d done it.

We’d gotten him to the end.

But I still felt betrayed.

The bench was small, so our sides pressed together as the boat carried us to the yacht.

Cam had a backpack on his shoulders, and I knew it was the one I’d dropped on him the night before.

He might want to talk about that.

I wanted…

Well, I didn’t know what I wanted.

Everything was screwed up.

We reached the yacht and were immediately guided to the dining room. They brought menus out, and we ordered. Cam was a lot hungrier than me, considering he hadn’t gone on any of the food dates I’d been forced to attend.

It didn’t surprise me at all when he ordered four different meals.

I went with two myself. Though I’d only manage one of the large servings, I’d seen enough starving supernatural men eat while on the island to know that he’d still be hungry after he was done with everything he’d ordered. Three probably would’ve been safer, but I didn’t want to waste food when he could order more if he needed to.

“Can we please act like this is a normal meal back at the apartment for now, and have the conversation we know is coming after we eat?” Cam asked, setting his forearms on the large table. The yacht was moving, but I wasn’t watching the scenery.

“A normal apartment meal for us would require you driving me insane,” I said.

“Flirtatiously insane.”

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not in the mood.”

“Let’s talk now, then.”

“I’ll never be in the mood for that,” I grumbled.

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