I grinned.
Cam
I have to go and warm up for tonight's game. We're flying out late, right after, heading to Vancouver. Then we'll be home again
Andi
Andi
I miss you.
Cam
See you in a couple of days, beautiful.
Chapter Twenty-One
Andi
A soft tapon my door woke me from my doze. I sat up and blinked a couple of times, glancing at the time on the microwave. I must have fallen asleep in front of the TV, a blanket draped over myself. So much for leaving it on to keep me awake.
The tap sounded again, as soft as the first time. Tentative. Not like the man doing the tapping.
I shoved the blanket off myself and managed to stand without tangling my feet in it.
Bonus.
Now, if I could make it all the way to the door without mishap, I might be winning against the universe for a while.
Mindful the universe might be vengeful if she heard me thinking like this, I moved carefully andundid the two chains and three locks on my door before pulling it open.
“Hi.” Seeing Cam standing outside my apartment, looking gorgeous with a few days’ worth of growth on his chin, I was suddenly shy.
“Can I come in?” He tilted his head far enough to peer through the gap with both eyes.
“Right, of course.” I stepped back, drawing the door with me.
“You look beautiful.” He leaned over to kiss me before walking into my apartment.
“No, you,” I said automatically. Great, now he probably thought I lost my mind. I closed the door and locked it behind him.
He turned around and raised his eyebrows. “I don't think anyone's called me beautiful before.” He took my hands and pulled me to his chest.
“Why wouldn't they?” I raised my chin to look up at him. He was a few inches taller than me when I wasn't wearing heels. “It's true.”
“You're the beautiful one.” He pressed the tip of his nose to mine. “I missed you. I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Either of them.”
I felt the second one growing as he pressed it against me.
“Me either,” I whispered. “I mean, I only have one head. I mean… Shit.”
Good job, Andi.I was as smooth as crunchy peanut butter.
He chuckled, his breath warm on my face. “You have one gorgeous head.” He wrapped his arms around me, and slid his hands down to cup my rear. “And the cutest ass on the entire East Coast.”
“Now that's where you're wrong,” I said. I reached around to cup his. “This is the cutest ass in the country.”
“Hmmm, I'm afraid I'm going to have to contradict you,” he said. “There's absolutely no ass cuter than yours.”