Page 54 of All's Fair in Love & Chaos
“I do. Usually with French vanilla creamer.”
“I’ve got that.” I open the little cooler, digging for the creamers and pulling out the one Saige enjoys with a satisfied smirk. I close the lid quickly, not wanting her to see just how many different types we got so that I was prepared. “Show me how much, I want to be able to make it for you.” I watch as Saige pours a heaping amount into her coffee. “So basically, French vanilla creamer with a splash of coffee?”
“Oh shut up! I like what I like!” She laughs, giving me a playful shove.
“I want to take things slow with you, Saige. I want to do this right, despite all the fuckups behind us. I know we have all this turmoil between us, the heartbreak, and pain, but I can’t give you up. The point of bringing you up here tonight, to the place where life really started over for me, I guess, is in hopes of starting over with you . . .together. Or one where we can move forward to something new.”
Saige doesn’t say anything; instead, she grips a side of my cut, slowly pulling me in for a kiss. I watch her close her eyes andsink into me. This time, our kiss is different, more like the one we shared last night. It’s not fueled by a frantic race to touch and close space; it’s slow, exploratory, our tongues caressing languidly. I break away just as slowly, only putting just enough distance between us so that I can peer down at her pretty face. I place a chaste kiss on her forehead and sit back further, knowing that that reply was better than any words she could have said.
“Let’s eat. The night is far from over, and you’ve got a lot to try.” We both relax, sipping coffee and nibbling on cheese, meats, and grapes.
“Favorite fruit?”
“Blackberries, you?”
“Strawberries. Favorite breakfast food?”
She smiles brightly, picking one up and holding it in front of her. “Orange cranberry muffins. And yours, Camden?”
“I don’t really eat breakfast, but from here? The cheese Danish. Now tell me your favorite color.”
“Black.”
“Really?”
“Really. Always has been. There’s something so beautiful and mysterious about it.”
“Okay, morning or night?”
“Neither? I’m not really sure. I used to hate night because of my night terrors. But I also work at night, so mornings are miserable. I haven’t really had the opportunity to figure that out yet.”
“Noted. We’ll fix that.” Saige looks at me like I’ve imagined she would someday, the way Kinsey looks at Rogue, like I hung the fucking stars and moon specifically for her.
The sun starts to set behind the mountains, casting a warm red, orange, and yellow glow over us. Saige looks beautiful next to me, her legs stretched out in front of her, looking like a goddess with the sun kissing her like it is.
“This is pretty great, Camden, thank you.”
“Anything for you. Now, you’ve got to try these. Daily Rise is Amberwood’s bakery. They usually sell out every day before lunch, but I put in a special request this morning.”
“For what? Everything on the menu?”
“Not everything, just the pastries. You already tried their muffins.”
“That you didn’t let me finish.”
“You were being a brat.”
“Did you just call me a fucking brat?”
“There’s that fierce attitude I love so much.” The words hit my ears at the same time they hit Saige’s. Her face morphs, and that carefree, fun-loving girl I’m getting a glimpse of turns intoa seductress, her eyes becoming heavier, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.
“Come here, vixen.” She pauses for a moment, looking up at me with challenging eyes. But then she complies, moving a few things out of the way so she can swing her leg over mine, straddling me on the ground. The position causes her shorts to ride up higher, and I wish like hell she was in a dress. I rub myhands up her soft, smooth thighs, staying clear of the place I know she wants me the most.
“Thought you wanted to take it slow?”
“I already know the heaven that’s between your thighs, you think I would deprive myself of worshipping it?”
“Well, give me a new memory then.”
