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And I’d already shown Cameron my particular skill of dissecting a script. So now what? Give him some impromptu acting lessons to fill the quiet space?
“I’m not sure I can do this,” I said, but not to him, more to myself.
“Watch movies?” he joked.
I wish he would stop joking and listen to me.
How can he be serious when you’re not explaining anything?
He nudged me, and I glanced up and fell into the warm beauty that was his dark eyes. His socket was bruised, the center of the wound darkening, but it didn’t take away from how sexy he was. “We had fun,” he said. “I’d like to havefunagain, but I get the feeling maybe you’re done with this now. And that’s cool as well. You do you.” I wasn’t sure he meant that last part, given he cradled my face and stared right into my eyes.
“You don’t know the real me, and doing this again means that you’ll see everything.” Fuck. Where had that come from? Had I warned him off? Or exposed my soft belly ready to be ripped apart?
“Well, therealyou has weak ankles,” he murmured and kissed me again, and somehow the urge to run quietened inside me.
“And ADHD,” I admitted in a whisper.
His eyes widened momentarily, but then he nodded. “Okay.”
Wait. Was that all he was going to say? Where were the questions or comments?
“Okay, and?”
“Thank you for telling me,” he said and smoothed his thumbs over my cheekbones. “Our coach’s daughter, Meghan, has ADHD, and sometimes she just needs to be alone and doesn’t want anyone messing with her. I learned that the hard way, good old Uncle Cameron teasing her and pushing things too far at a cookout a few years ago. I grew up teasing other kids; that was how my siblings and I related. Anyway, Coach sat me in a chair and explained impulse control, and masking, and the overwhelming desire of Meghan wanting to be on her own, and all the spaces in between.” He added another smile. “I’m a much better friend, now.”
I waited a beat. “So, if I said I needed space, you wouldn’t need to dissect why.”
“Sure.”
“Because it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be here. I do, but maybe I shouldn’t be here because it’s a step too far, and it feels like I’m jeopardizing my movie roles, but then, movies aren’t real and…”
Cameron pressed one final kiss to my nose. “I’ll see you at the rink in the morning.”
“You still want to do that?”
“Tomorrow. Nine a.m. I’ll bring coffee; you bring breakfast.”
He walked me to the door, giving me a lingering kiss, before standing back as I walked to my car. Impulsively, I stopped and went back to him.
“I have other movies I can show you.”
He grinned and held out a fist, which I bumped. “I’d like that.”
“Tomorrow, then.”
“Tomorrow.”
I pulled out onto the main road with caution, waiting until I was sure no go-karts were careening down the hill, and then, I headed home. We didn’t live that far apart, no more than a few miles as the crow flies, but to get to my place, I needed to go toward the freeway before heading back up into my area of the hills.
I’d told him who I was. I’d had sex with him. I showed him my rambling self, and then my quiet side, and he didn’t judge me,andhe still wanted to see me tomorrow.
I call that a win, and even if we never had sex again, maybe I’d found a friend.
I sure hoped we had sex again.
Chapter10
Cameron
