Page 15 of Only in Our Dream
“What?”
“She left in a rush.” Dylan walked over to the door, looking out the slender window to the side. “Everything okay?”
“Totally.” Cameron’s heart beating a hundred beats a minute would negate that statement. “It’s just getting late, so she had to get home. To Hank and Lucy. And Rob,” she nervously added with an uncomfortable laugh. “But more so Hank and Lucy.”
“So,” Dylan smirked, “the kiss had nothing to do with her bolting out the door as soon as she heard me?”
Shit.
Cameron’s head was spinning as she tried to process what Dylan had just asked. And the implications that came with the question. Dylan had to have seen them kissing. Otherwise, why would she have asked?
Oh, my god.
After years of not letting the women she dated meet her kids, now her youngest had seen her kissing Melanie. Aunt Mel. The most constant figure in Dylan’s life other than Cameron and Jonah. Cameron felt angry at herself for kissing Melanie. She’d always been so careful, so why had she messed up now?
The answer hit Cameron like her back had hit the wall during the kiss. Melanie had kissedher. No, Cameron hadn’t stopped her or pushed her away. But it was Melanie who took the giant leap over their invisible line between friends and lovers. Cameron would be lying to herself if she hadn’twantedto kiss Melanie multiple times over the years, but she’d never acted on them.
And yet now, she couldn’t stop thinking about when the next kiss would be.
“Hello?” Dylan waved her hand in front of Cameron’s face. “Earth to Mom. Are you even listening to me?”
Cameron hadn’t realized how zoned out she had been for the last few seconds. Or minutes. She truly had no idea. “What?”
“Are you and Aunt Mel dating?”
“No.”
“Then why were you kissing her?”
It was a valid question. One Cameron couldn’t answer with her thoughts still full of how Melanie’s lips felt pressed against hers. Shaking her head, Cameron put an arm around Dylan’s neck.
“Come on. Let’s go into the kitchen and talk.”
Cameron led Dylan down the hall to the kitchen where Dylan sat on a barstool at the kitchen island. Opening the refrigerator, Cameron took out the bottle of lemonade she and Dylan loved and poured them each a glass. She sat one in front of each of them before taking a sip.
Over the glass, she tried to read Dylan. Was she upset? Angry? Confused? Cameron herself was the latter. How could she explain to Dylan what she’d seen when Cameron herself didn’t know?
Melanie had kissed her.
On the lips.
Back against the wall.
Like they were in some kind of romance movie.
Cameron had never felt the way she felt with Melanie’s lips on her. It was like her entire life had been in a haze and Melanie’s kiss was the sun. She wasn’t sure what would have happened if they had kissed longer. Because as badly as Cameron might have wanted something to happen, there was one glaring truth she hadn’t been able to look past yet.
Melanie was married.
The thought made Cameron sick to her stomach. She didn’t go around kissing married women. Forcing her thoughts to the back burner, Cameron focused on Dylan.
“So, how much did you see?”
Dylan shrugged. “Not much.”
“Definenot much.”
“I saw you two lip locked in the foyer.” Dylan looked torn between laughing and running out of the room. “But I don’t know who started it or how long it had been going on. I just backed up the stairs and called for you to give you a heads up.”
