Page 80 of Flirt
Cameron: Just let her have her way. Trust me, it’s easier.
Asher wouldn’t mind so much if her way wasn’t so strange. She had managed to find him a new headboard that matched the pirate trunk from her shop, which had been cool. The writing desk for his office had also been amazing. Mostly, it was all the little, decorative things that made him break out in hives when she started talking.
Asher: I don’t need six vases for the foyer.
Cameron: How much do you care about that stuff?
He didn’t even have to think about it before responding.
Asher: Not at all.
Cameron: Then let her do this for you. You’ll both be happier.
He read the text three times before deciding Cameron was probably onto something. Vases, sculptures, throw pillows, accent rugs, wall art—he neither knew nor caredabout any of it. If it made Natalie happy, and it meant he didn’t have to pretend to understand anything she said, he was all for it.
“Nat,” he said, interrupting some long-winded sermon about the importance of colors and how they affected mood and atmosphere. “I don’t care.” Damn, it felt good to say that. “Whatever you think will be best.” Taking his wallet from his back pocket, he extracted his Visa card and handed it to her. “Go make it happen.”
The shock on her face lasted all of three seconds before she snatched the credit card from his fingers and grinned. “I’ll take care of everything.”
He cuffed her lightly on the ear and leaned in to kiss her cheek. “I know you will.”
Asher: I gave her free rein. If this goes sideways, I’m blaming you.
Cameron: That’s not exactly what I meant.
He could practically hear Cameron’s eyes rolling from halfway across town. His nose would be scrunched a little, and his lips would be parted just slightly, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to smile or not.
Damn, he had it bad.
He couldn’t write. He’d barely slept without Cameron there to hog all the blankets and press his perpetually coldfeet against him to try to warm them. When he sighed sleepily and curled into him, pressing his face against the side of Asher’s neck, it was the best feeling in the whole fucking world.
Before he could think better of it or worry that it would come off as clingy, he typed out his next message and hit send.
Asher: I miss you. When can I see you?
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Cameron must have staredat the text for longer than he thought, willing his heart rate to return to normal, because he jumped a little when his phone buzzed with another text.
Asher: Cam?
Taking a deep breath, he blew it out through grinning lips. If his hands shook a little as he typed his response, well, he couldn’t help that. Being with Asher was like having his first crush all over again, complete with highs and lows, butterflies in his stomach, and tremors in his heart.
Cameron: I miss you too. Umm…tonight?
It had been less than forty-eight hours since he’d seen Asher, and already, he felt like a junkie in need of his next fix. The most surprising thing was how hard it had been to fall asleep that first night after Asher had left. It amazed him how quickly he’d become accustomed to having the man in his bed, curled around him like his own personal heating blanket.
Asher: Mr. Stone, sleeping over on a weekday. What will people think?
Cameron: No one said anything about sleeping over.
Asher: I just did. Stay with me tonight.
Cameron: Work tomorrow.
Asher: My place is the same distance to your office as yours.
Well, he had a point, and he made a compelling argument. Damn, it was hard to say no when he really wanted to say yes. Unfortunately, he wasn’t the only one who needed to work.
