Page 40 of Reckless Youth
An uneasy feeling crept through my veins like vines on my momma’s garden arbor trellis.
It screamed for Sage to stop.
To run.
To hide.
Chapter 20
“How’s it feel to be king, your majesty?” I teased Cam, as he held me by the waist and spun me slowly around the dance floor, where we’d been dancing over the last two hours.
He’d been crowned Prom King, along with Cecily Peterson, the school Prom Queen. Cam was pissed off that I wasn’t nominated for the prom court, but I had no interest or desire to be part of the ceremony or school tradition. It’d never been my aim to be voted for popularity. I was happier as valedictorian, performing on stage in with my dance crew or enjoying my time with Cam and Sage, not with people who were superficial and insincere.
I had my close circle of friends and if others thought that was strange, I was okay with it. They would all be distant memories when I left for college. This town would always be my home, but my heart was with my family, Cam, and Sage. The rest was irrelevant to my future happiness.
Cam tickled my ribs to get me back for my comment and I wiggled against his hold, giggling in a fit of laughter.
“It feels good, but only because I have my rightful queen in my arms.”
His comment melted me in his embrace. Everything about the evening had been perfect, from the dinner we ate out under the stars to the way he held me while we danced and never let me out of his sight. It was rare to be touched by Cam in public and outside our bubble we’d created with Sage.
Sage.
Although the night with Cam was something out of my dreams, I still couldn’t shake the strange feeling that continued to niggle in the back of my mind. It made me anxious and ready to leave almost as soon as we arrived at the dance, hours before.
“I’d like to go soon so we can see our prince.”
Cam placed a kiss on the top of my head, his hand at the small of my back, pressing me closer to his warm body. He smelled so good. Like the scent of warm apples on a fall day. Spicy and something just Cam.
“Me too. But I kind of like having you all to myself right now, too,” he admitted against my ear, as we slow danced to Lady Antebellum’s song,Need You Now. “But we can go after this song. It’s almost time to meet up with Sage, anyhow.”
It felt so good to be held by Cam. In his arms, I always felt safe and cherished, and most certainly, loved. Although Sage would say it to me more often, I knew Cam loved me. He just expressed it in a different way.
The song ended, and we stood holding each other for a long moment. Peering up, our eyes connected, and I felt something so strong, so indelible, that my body trembled in response.
“London, tonight was … it was perfect. This whole year has been perfect and it’s because of you and Sage. You’re my best friends…and, well…” The words stalled at his lips and he cleared his throat. “You’re more than that. You are the love of my life.”
My heart shimmied inside my chest from his confession. It meant everything to me.
“Let’s go, Cam. I want to be with you and Sage tonight more than anything.”
We drove in relative silence, our hands clasped together, the windows of the truck rolled down as we road through the countryside to the next town. The room Cam had booked was at a small and intimate out-of-the-way motel that we knew wouldn’t be crawling with any of our high school friends. Most of them were staying in town or going to someone’s kegger party out in the woods.
The plan for us this evening was relatively simple: do things to each other that made us feel good. And I couldn’t wait. My body was tight with anticipation for what I knew would happen with them. I’d been daydreaming about the two of their naked bodies with mine and all the sensual things we did together for weeks, longing for their touch.
As we pulled into the motel lot, my intuition was on high alert. Cam, sensing my concern, eased my worry.
“He’ll be here. He’s probably just running late. He had a shift tonight and said he’d be here as soon as he could get away. In the meantime, I have this.”
Cam’s mischievous smile pulled me out of my funk as he reached around behind the seat and pulled out a bag.
Setting it between us on the seat, he opened it up and removed a bottle of champagne. After having some for the first time on New Years’ Eve, I was a fan.
“And it’s pink, too,” I gleefully exclaimed, kissing him quickly on the cheek before turning toward the truck door.
His hand landed on my arm. “Whoa there, little missy. Hold your horses. Let me get the door for my queen.”
Aw, such a chivalrous gentleman.
