Page 93 of Fang
I pull my head back and look up at him. “And with Loyal?”
Something that looks like guilt crosses his face. “For a split second I was jealous.”
I frown. “Of what?”
“You and Loyal. Not because I think either of you would do anything together. That’s not it at all.”
“Then why?” I ask, not bothering to hide the hurt in my tone.
He shakes his head. “Because you two are closer in age than I am. For a moment all I could think about was that on paper you two make more sense. Shit, you probably have more in common with him, and I hated it.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I know.”
I reach up and touch his face, making him look at me. “No, seriously it’s absurd. We both know I have had more than my share of guys hit on me, but never once have I been swayed. You are the only guy who has ever gotten my attention. You. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I know, Cami. I know, and I’m sorry. Like I said, it hit me one second, and then it was gone.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I mumble.
“You can ask me anything.” He brushes his hand down my cheek.
“Have you ever been in a serious relationship?”
“No, never,” he says with zero hesitation.
Thank God. Just the idea of him being in love with someone else, even if it was before me, makes my skin crawl.
“I’m guessing by the way you’re smiling that you’re happy about that,” he says with humor in his voice.
“I’m just glad that I won’t have to beat anyone for having that part of you before.” I shrug, completely unashamed.
“I love you, you know that?” he asks as he brushes a piece of hair away from my face.
“I love you too.”
A beautiful smile covers his face, and the corners of his eyes crinkle.
I did that. Me. I have a part of him that no one else has ever had, and no one can ever take that from me. Not Zak, my mom, or any of the girls at the club. No one. If they try, though? Well, they better be prepared for a fight, because the only way I’ll give this up is if someone pries him from my cold dead hands.
I don’t know what she’s thinking about, but I like it. She just looks so fucking happy, which is better than the worry that was all of her face when we walked in here.
I did that. I made her question where I stand with her, and I fucking hate myself for it.
She took it in stride, though. Cami reassured me that she only wants me when she didn’t have to.
“So you’ve never had a long-term girlfriend?” Cami asks, pulling me into the present.
“As an adult, no. There was a girl in high school that I saw for about a year, but that’s it.”
Jealousy flashes across her face, but she quickly smothers it.
“What happened?” she mutters.
I shrug. “She thought we were something we weren’t.”
“Meaning you thought you were just fuck buddies but she thought you were dating,” she says, hitting the nail on the head.
