Page 124 of Trust Me Always

Alister reaches out again, cupping my cheek, but I don’t lean into his touch this time.

My eyes begin to water, but I’m not sure why.

“Cameron,” he whispers, leaning closer.

He’s going to kiss me. I can see it in his eyes. He’s going to kiss me, and I don’t know if I’m going to stop him.

My eyes close, a tear warming my skin before the cool air hits it and makes me shiver.

“Cameron,” he whispers again, his breath fanning across my lips.

My phone rings, and I jolt, looking down to find Mason’s picture flashing across the screen.

“Hey.” I answer immediately, turning to the side a little.

“He’s turning onto Avix Street, about a mile from the green strip. He’s gotta drive right past your dorm to hit the highway.”

I nod. “Thanks. I owe you one.”

“We’ll cash in on that in the form of a toddler.”

A choked laugh leaves me, and I sniffle. “Make it easy on me, why don’t you?”

Mason chuckles, and I hang up, my gaze snapping to Alister’s.

My smile is faint as I whisper, “I’m sorry but I have to go.”

I spin on my heels.

“I love you, Cameron.”

His words slam into me, and my feet freeze, eyes slamming closed. “No, you don’t.”

“But I do.” The shuffle in the grass tells me he’s coming closer. “And if you would just give us a chance, I know you could love me too.”

My lip starts to wobble. “I have been honest and up front with you this entire time.”

“I know.” He nods. “I know but just think about it. Please.”

Everything he’s saying is the right thing to say. The problem is, it’s not a chance he’s asking for.

It’s a second one.

His hands fold around my forearms, and he shifts us slightly. “Say something.”

“I…” I stare into his eyes. It would be easy to give him one.

He says he’s sorry. I know he is. I not only see it, but I can feel it.

He was hurting, and that hurt led him to make a poor decision. No one is perfect, especially not brand-new adults in a new place with new people and a broken heart.

He moves in again, and the look in his eyes is too much. They’re the wrong color.

The wrong shape.

The wrong man?

My gaze moves over his shoulder, and instantly, a familiar truck a few blocks down catches my eye.

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