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“Cam?”
“Do not say my name right now. Not in that voice. Not when I’m concentrating,” he said.
“Concentrating on what?” I asked in exasperation.
“I can’t walk out of here like this,” he said, gesturing toward his crotch.
My phone rang again, and I quickly silenced it. “I should probably…go? Find Zoey?” I said, hooking a questioning thumb over my shoulder.
Cam was still scowling at his nether regions.
I took one step away but turned back again. “Quick question. Was this like a heat-of-the-moment thing? Or a gigantic mistake? Or did you think I needed more research? Because don’t get me wrong, it was awesome. You’re really,reallygood at kissing. So I’m definitely not complaining. But I’m just a little…confused?”
He finally looked at me. The heat coming off those gorgeous green eyes of his almost had me shimmying out of my shorts.“Why’s everything got to be so complicated? I liked kissing you, so I did it again.”
I nodded. “Sure. Of course. Makes sense. Follow-up question. Do you plan to kiss me again?”
“I’ll let you know.”
“Cool. Great. Awesome. I’m just going to go then,” I said, firing finger guns at him.
Oh, God. Save me from myself.
“Hazel,” Cam called.
I stopped and turned around. “Yeah?” I sounded breathy and hopeful and desperately horny.
“Your face is blue.”
“Damn it, Cam!”
Using the inside of my tank to scrub at the paint, I scurried out from under the bleachers just as my phone rang again.
I found Zoey waiting for me near the parking lot.
“Hey. I was just catching up with some…townsfolk.” I sounded completely unnatural.
“Some townsfolk? What are you writing? A historical? And why is your face blue?” Zoey asked.
I gave my chin another scrub. “I must have…rubbed up against wet paint. Hey, do you want to grab some dinner?”
“Dinner sounds good,” she said as I headed toward my bike. “Is that a blue handprint on your ass?”
“What? No,” I scoffed, wiping at the seat of my pants. “I just…fell.”
“Face and ass first into fresh blue paint?”
“How about pizza?”
26
A RUDE AWAKENING
CAMPBELL
I fucked up.
Kissing Hazel during our little fake date had been stupid. Kissing her again in public just because I felt like it was epically stupid. I wasn’t in the market for a relationship, and there was no way a romance novelist was looking for an easy, meaningless fling.
