Page 44 of Flirt
“I don’t know—”
“What I was going to say,” he interrupted, “is that the Mission Grove Fall Festival is this weekend. I thought maybe we could change it up, and you could come stay with me this time.”
“Oh.”
Cameron laughed a little louder. “Yeah. Oh.”
In his defense, he hadn’t been doing thisboyfriendthing for very long. He didn’t know the rules. His instincts weren’t much help, either, since he mostly just bailed before feelings ever became involved. Feeling insecure or out of step was a new experience, and he wasn’t completely sure that he liked it.
He did, however, like the idea of seeing where Cameron lived. Hell, they could have spent the weekend in his car, and he’d have loved every minute of it as long as Cameron was with him.
Yeah, he was so fucking screwed.
“Sure, that sounds awesome. I’ll probably need to bring my laptop with me.”
“Not a problem. I live out by the lake, so there’s plenty of peace and quiet for you to write. Is there anything special you need?”
Asher grinned, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. Fuck, he liked this guy. He liked hima lot, way more than he should after only a few weeks, but damn, it felt good.
“Just coffee.” He was a walking cliché, but he really couldn’t write without being properly caffeinated. “Is there anything I should bring? I’ve never been to a Fall Festival before.”
“Never?”
Cameron sounded so scandalized Asher couldn’t help but laugh. “Nope. Never.”
“Well, just bring comfortable shoes, and clothes you don’t mind tossing at the end of the night.”
Asher blinked. “Why am I throwing away my clothes.”
“You’ll see,” he teased.
Tilting his head back, Asher looked up at the sky again. “Isn’t it supposed to rain this weekend?”
“Don’t be a wuss. A little rain never hurt anyone.”
Asher couldn’t resist turning the tables. “You just want to get me wet so you can get me out of my clothes.”
“Trust me, I don’t need an excuse to get you out of your clothes.”
So much for turning the tables. “Jesus, Cameron.”
“Hey, you started it.”
Yeah, and now he was going to have to try to write while managing a raging hard-on. “I’m going to hang up now.”
Cameron’s chuckle was wicked and seductive. “I’m going to let you, but only because I have some reading to do. Goodnight, Asher.”
Not trusting himself to speak, Asher disconnected the call without responding and slid his phone into his pocket. He didn’t know how the hell he was supposed to make it until the end of the week when Cameron said things like that.
Yet, he knew he would. He’d wait. He’d be hard and miserable and still, he’d wait. He’d wait, because Cameron Stone was worth it.
~
An hour later, Cameronplaced the last page of the manuscript in the stack on his lap and sunk back into the couch cushions with a big smile on his face.
The book was going to be the best Asher had written yet. He could tell just from the first few chapters. It was new and fresh, and the characters had jumped off the page with all their hilarious quirks and colorful personalities.
From the beginning, he had loved the series, but lately, it had become bogged down with too much procedure and angst. That didn’t stop him from pre-ordering every book as soon as it became available, and he still had a huge crush on the fictional Detective Kane. This latest addition, however, was…fun.
