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I bend and sweep her up, bridal style, spinning the fur thing around so it’s lying across her like a blanket, and start walking toward the sliding door.

She huddles into my body, and I can’t help but haul her higher, her face now in my neck.

She peeks up at me again, those big blue eyes glossy and holding mine hostage. There’s glitter swept across them, thick black lines curving up and making the blue seem even brighter. Her lashes are long and full, lips painted a pretty pink tonight.

She’s beautiful, my Cameron.

I lean down with the intent to kiss her cheek, but she turns at the last second, pressing her lips to mine.

My feet stop moving, muscles locking in surprise.

Her mouth presses against mine more firmly, more certainly, and an instant heat crawls up my groin, fanning across my stomach. My fingers dig into her thighs a little, and she opens up for me, her exhale filling my starved lungs, our tongues meeting for a soft, silky sweep.

Maybe the boys are right. Maybe I should tell her I’m not the wanton man she thinks I am but a waiting one.

She smiles against my mouth, and I nip at her lips in response, wanting more.Needing more.

Maybe I’ve just been waiting for this. For…her.

Cameron chuckles, eyes still closed as she pushes her face back into my neck, her hand pressed to my chest.

A smirk tugs at my lips, and I stand a little taller, my head a little higher, as I walk toward the door, but before my left foot lifts to follow my right, my eyes do. And the rest of me freezes.

Alister Howl is standing there, staring right at us.

Or more,at her.

Suddenly it all makes sense.

She had been watching him before, but he didn’t know it.

She must have realized she had his attention now.

She knew he was looking and that’s why she kissed me.

She kissed me so he would see, but that’s okay. That’s good. Perfect.

That’s what I’m here for.

It’s what I agreed to.

My team won our game tonight.

So why does it feel like I lost?

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Cameron

I hitSubmit on the last slide for phase four of the Instructional Design project, hoping our most recent idea is as strong as the others have been.

With a sigh, I lean back against the couch, closing my eyes a moment.

I’m not feeling the best today. I thought it was but a massive hangover from one too many beers mixed with Jell-O shots on Saturday night, but it’s Wednesday and I’m still feeling like shit.

I finish off my water bottle and open the syllabus, scanning over this week’s lecture points one more time just in case.

“Are we going to talk about Saturday?” Alister asks suddenly.

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