Page 56 of Cut up
I notice they both have a glass of water in their hands. Okay, good.
I come up behind her and whisper in her ear, “Found you.”
She squeals and spins around.
Then she jumps into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist and lands a messy kiss on my lips.
Reluctantly, I pull away, even though I want to keep kissing her. But not like this. I’d never take advantage of her when she’s this drunk.
“You came!” She looks surprised, like she didn’t believe I would.
“You called,” I brush a hand gently against her cheek. “Now let’s go home, Angel.”
She blinks up at me, her eyes clearly a bit unfocused—probably seeing double.
“Okay, but don’t put me down,” she demands, then turns her head and yells down to Dani, who’s still dancing. “Home time, Dani! Let’s go!”
Danielle nods, following us out as I carry Camille to my ute and help them into their seats.
“I want nuggetssss,” Camille groans once they’re buckled in.
And since I’m a gentleman, I make a Macca’s run. They devour their food before we even pull into the driveway.
“Best birthdayevaa,” Camille says as I help them inside. Danielle goes straight to bed—I don’t know if she made it to the spare room or Tyler’s. Doesn’t matter. I’m too busy staring at this stunning woman.
“What do you mean, best birthday?”
“It’s my birthhhday!” she cheers.
“Happy birthday, Camille. You didn’t tell me.”
“Oops,” she giggles, covering her mouth. She goes suddenly serious, “I need a shower, but these aren’t working.” She frowns down at her feet, “help me shower,please?” She pouts, giving the bestpuss in bootsimpersonation.
I laugh and let out a small huff. I guess I’ll be helping her undress tonight afterall, just not the way I want to. I will remain respectful.
I carry her to my room and into the bathroom. Still holding her, I turn on the shower, then gently set her down on the counter.
I start undressing myself until I’m down to my underwear.
“Well I’mlovvvvvingthis show,” she waves a finger at me. Her eyes are glued to my body. “But I saidIneeded a shower,” she motions toward herself.
I chuckle. “I’m getting to that. I’m going to keep these on and hold you in there. Your turn to undress—unless you want to shower by yourself?”
I cock an eyebrow at her.
She taps her chin, pretending to think. “Hmm. Only if you promise not to look.”
I nod seriously and hold out my pinky.
“Pinky promise.”
I step out of the bathroom to give her privacy, grabbing a clean T-shirt and fresh underwear for both of us. I leave them on the counter.
Once she’s ready, I carefully lift her into the shower, supporting her so her feet just skim the floor. Her heels must’ve wrecked her feet.
She hums along to “Pink Pony Club”as she washes herself, and I keep my eyes respectfully up, staying true to my word. It tests all my restraint. Having her naked in my arms and to not touch her the way I want to. But I couldnevertake advantage of her.
“All doonnne,” she sings.
