Page 129 of Delicious

Lewis’s eyes are sparkling. “You do seem happy together. Now, as wonderful as airport reunions are, can we get home? I’m looking forward to sleeping in my own bed tonight.”

“It’s still morning!” Elliott says.

He and the boys walk away, trailing their posters and glitter behind them. Cameron and I linger a little farther behind.

“That went well,” I say.

“Did you doubt it would?”

I shrug. “I wasn’t sure until the moment we saw him. Video chats are very different to seeing a relationship in person.”

“Why do you think I kissed you like that?”

I smile. “Because you like me?”

Cameron pulls me round and to a halt so we’re facing one another. “I more than like you, Euan.”

I blink.

“This is probably the least romantic place in existence to say this, but here goes. Somewhere along the line, I fell in love with you.”

I gawp at him, eyes wide. My tummy flutters. My head spins. My pulse races. Cameron loves me?

He smiles nervously. “Say something.”

“You—?”

“Love you. And Peter.”

My heart does a loop-the-loop. The fluttering in my stomach transforms into giddy bubbles that spread through my body, making me feel so light I could float into the stratosphere. I smile so wide my cheeks ache. I know, deep down, in that instant, how I feel about Cameron.

“I love you too, Cam.”

He grins.

I pull him close for a searing, lip-tingling, toe-curling kiss, which leaves us gasping for air.

He rests his forehead against mine. “We should catch up with the others.”

We glance in that direction. Lewis and the boys are standing twenty or so feet away, grinning.

We hold hands and walk towards them. They carry on before we reach them. Are they purposefully giving us privacy?

How are things going to change now Lewis is back? Will Cameron want to continue living under his dad’s roof? Before the Hong Kong trip came up, Cameron was all set to move out. He’d put a deposit down on a flat. If he doesn’t move out, would I feel comfortable spending the night there, with Lewis in a neighbouring room? On the other hand, it would be easier for Cameron to spend nights at mine.

“Penny for them,” he says.

I blink and stare at him. “Who says that anymore?”

“The guy who likes old black-and-white movies.” He winks.

Over the last five months, Cameron has shown me all his favourite films. I’ve never been enamoured by that era of film, except the ones that included song and dance, but I’ve grown to appreciate the ones he loves, helped along by his infectious enthusiasm for them.

I squeeze his hand. “Would you think about moving in with me?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

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