Page 54 of Hard Rock Sin
His other arm pulled me close, until our hips were pressed together. I gasped when I felt the evidence of his arousal. I clung closer to him kissing him desperately.
The sound of a cell phone ringing made the both of us freeze. We met each other's eyes.
"That's your phone," he said hoarsely.
I contemplated ignoring it. But I recognized the ringtone.
We slowly pulled apart, reluctantly. I took a step back, eyes still locked on Cameron, and pulled my phone out to answer it.
"Hey Noah," I said, trying to fake a casual tone and not sound breathless.
Cameron went pale. He mouthed a curse.
"What's wrong?" My brother asked immediately.
"Nothing. Just doing some school work."
I could sense Noah's skeptical frown.
"What do you need?" I asked before he could continue questioning me.
"Jen's planning a small get together with the guys and her friends. A belated welcome home party."
"That's nice of her."
"She wants to know what weekend you're free."
"I'm free every weekend."
"Don't you go out and do stuff? Haven't you made any friends in your classes?"
"I'm always studying."
I was swamped with readings and essays, it was true, but I couldn't deny that I kept my nights and weekends free in case Cameron wanted to hang out.
I snuck a glance at him.
Cameron had walked to the other side of the room, his back to me. One hand was tangled in his hair. I could sense a freak out was imminent.
"Tell Jen thank you," I said hurriedly. "I'm free whichever weekend she wants to throw it. I'll talk to you later. Love you."
I hung up before he could reply.
"Cameron…" I said hesitantly.
"Fuck fuck fuck," he cursed quietly.
"It's okay."
"No, it's fucking not."
He turned to me, forehead lined with pain.
"That shouldn't have happened," he said.
A pain of hurt shot through my chest. "I wanted it to happen."
"It was still wrong. Maybe—" he paused, avoiding my eyes. "Maybe it's better if you moved out."
