Page 56 of I Think He Knows?

As we watch the movie, I realize the tension between the main characters is all too familiar. Of course Cam and I didn’t get married in Vegas because of a drunken stupor, but there’s a lot of chemistry radiating between us. Cam is watching the movie intently, while I’m analyzing because I know what’s going to happen.

“Hey, can we stop the movie for a bathroom break?” I whisper.

“Of course, even though you got me hooked. I’m dying to see how it ends.”

I punch the air in excitement. “Yes. Coach Cam is a fan of romantic comedies. My work here is done.”

He holds up his hand. “Guilty.”

I hurry to the bathroom, to gather my thoughts and give myself a quick pep talk. Maybe I need to take my friends’ advice and be more forward. I take a few deep breaths. I can do this. I don’t want to go home tonight full of regret, wishing I had at least given him a hint or two.

I return to the living room where Cam is still sitting.

“Hey,” I say. I sit down and turn toward him. “Cam?—”

“Serena,” he says at the same time. We both start laughing.

Without another word, Cam slowly slides closer to me. This move causes my heart to begin pounding against the walls of my chest. I’m nearly breathless as he lifts my chin with his finger. As he inches even closer, I take in a sharp breath. When his lips brush mine, shivers rush from my head to my toes. I don’t resist and immediately place my hands on his cheeks and then move them around his neck pulling his face closer to mine.

This is really happening. Coach Cam is kissing me after creating the most incredible evening. It’s everything I thought it would be and more. One thing is for sure—kissing him was worth the wait.

Chapter Thirteen

My first kiss with Cam leaves me unable to speak. When we finally manage to pull our lips apart, there’s a comfortable silence in the room. The movie remains paused on the TV, the half-eaten popcorn sitting on the coffee table. Both of us lean our heads against the back of the couch.

“So,” Cam says, turning his head to face me. “I’m really happy you came over tonight.”

I giggle. “Me too.”

Cam reaches over and starts running his fingers over my arm. As expected, his touch makes me dizzy.

“Do you want to finish the movie?” I ask.

“Oh, yes,” he exclaims. “I have to see what happens.”

He turns the movie back on and wraps his arm around me. I nuzzle into him and then rest my head on his shoulder. He rests his cheek against my head.

I breathe in his scent, mentally recording every second being this close to him. He continues to trace circles with his finger on my arm while I lay my arm on his stomach. I don’t think it’s possible for us to be any closer.

As soon as the movie is over, Cam kisses the top of my head.

“You were right, that was a great movie.”

“I told you,” I say confidently, looking up at him. “Romantic comedies are superior.”

His gaze shifts to mine again, and just as he starts to move his lips toward mine, his phone buzzes loudly from the coffee table.

“What the hell?” he groans. “Who’s calling this late?”

He picks up the phone, and I feel nauseous when I see the name Lilly Winters on the screen.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” he snaps, his tone dripping with irritation.

He silences the ringer and puts the phone down.

“It might be important,” I say, clearing my throat.

He shakes his head. “It’s not more important than this.”

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