Sweeter.
More intimate.
And as we found our releases together once more, it didn’t feel like fucking.
It felt like… something bigger.
Maybe even a little bit like love.
Cam lifted me back on top of his body after we came down from the high. His cock was finally softening beneath my hip, and I was more relaxed than I’d been in ages.
Maybe ever.
He had one of his hands buried in my hair again, and was teasing the damp strands lightly as he played with them.
“Well?” he asked me.
“Well what?” I mumbled against his chest.
“Well, do you hate me again?” His voice was playful, but I heard something in his words. Something almost hesitant.
“I never hated you, Cam. If I did, I would’ve picked Kyle.”
He snorted. “It would’ve been a terrible choice, really.”
I laughed. “He’s not that bad when you get to know him.” After a pause, I amended the statement. “For some people. Probably.”
“Maybe.”
I couldn’t fight my smile. “Your mom left me a note in the suitcase. Did you read it?”
“No. I assumed your grandma packed it.”
“She did, first. Apparently it was full of racy lingerie.”
Cam laughed. “That woman really does love me.”
“She does. Thankfully, your mom pulled out everything my grandma packed and replaced it with actual clothes.”
“Damn her,” he murmured. “I told you she’ll prefer you over me when this is said and done.”
There was no heat behind the words. Only warmth.
I bit my lower lip, not sure if I should leave it at that or ask him about the pictures.
My desire for knowledge won out after a moment, and I lifted myself up over him again. My hands were on his chest once more, propping me up. “She put two pictures in the letter.”
His forehead creased. “Pictures of what?”
“You. Before you met me, and after. She said you’re happier with me.”
The creases vanished. “Ah.”
“Yeah.”
He wrapped a strand of my hair around his fingers slowly before admitting, “I wasn’t in a great place, mentally, when the conversation I told you about happened.”
“The conversation where they threatened to force you into Bachelorette and you countered with becoming my guard?”