Page 97 of Find Me on the Ice

Once we get to Susan’s desk, I set my stuff down and turn to Cam. “Are you okay? With staying here, I mean.”

He grabs my jaw with one hand, and I lean into his touch. “Yes. I’m here until this is all over. I’m not letting anything happen to you.”

“But you have practice and a game coming up,” I say as anxiety wraps around my throat. “You can’t not go.”

He grabs my waist and lifts me up, setting me on the counter. “I already texted Kos, Brett, and Coach, telling them I needed a few days for a family emergency.” He grabs my face as my eyes well up with tears. “Get it through that beautiful, thick skull of yours.” He kisses me. “I”—kiss—“am not”—kiss—“going”—kiss—“anywhere.”

“Okay,” I whisper. “Thank you.”

“You are my family now, Morgan. We’re in this together,” he says against my lips. “No matter what.”

We spend the next hour meandering around the library. I show him all the books I have read in here, all of them being in the Romance section. Then, we watch two movies on Netflix, and before I know it, it’s six o’clock and pitch-black outside with no sign of Trey.

A sweet kiss presses onto my forehead before Cam whispers, “Hey. Sleep okay?”

Fluttering my eyes open, I take in my surroundings, staring up at the high shelves full of romance books that dream of what we have.

“I don’t know how I slept at all,” I grumble as I sit up from the hard ground.

“Because I’m here,” Cam says before kissing my temple and standing up.

He reaches up and stretches, exposing the lines of scars that cover every part of his back and shoulders.

“Do you ever talk about what happened?” I ask him and set my hands in my crisscrossed legs.

“About my dad?” he asks and slips the tank top on.

I nod.

He sits down across from me and leans back against the bookshelf. “Not really. But if you have questions, please, ask them.”

Grabbing my blanket, I pull it over my lap and lean back against the bookshelf behind me. “Was he always bad?”

Cam stares off, his mind going elsewhere. “He wasn’t always that bad. He would raise his voice and shout, but he wasn’t always physical.” He pauses. “I have a few good memories with him. But I don’t let myself think of them anymore. He deserves to be an evil man in my mind.”

“I understand that,” I tell him, feeling my heart ache for the pain he went through as a child.

He reaches up and pulls a book down from the shelf above him. One Hundred and One Ways to Please Your Partner.

Lowering the book, he raises an eyebrow at me, grinning. “I don’t need to read a book to know how to please you.”

“Oh, really? You’re an awfully confident man,” I tease him.

He sets the book down beside him. “I can show you one hundred and one ways I can make you come.”

I wait for him to laugh, but he doesn’t. He looks at me with a darkening stare.

Gulping, I ask, “What’s one you haven’t already done?”

Cam chuckles. “Little Dove, I could spend the rest of my life fucking you, and I would still find new things to try. There isn’t a limit if you’re imaginative enough.”

“What would you do right now?” I ask softly.

Cam licks his lips and rises to his knees, saying, “I’ll show you. Take your pants off.”

Giggling, I ask, “What? Cam, we can’t. There are cameras in here. No way am I making a sex tape with you for Susan to find one day.”

“None point into this section. I already looked. Stop arguing and take your pants off, Little Dove,” Cam orders.

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