Page 90 of Not That Into You

Except for the hot, sweaty sex Cameron and I just had.

Oh boy. I can’t think about that right now. Especially not when Cameron’s scent is all over my skin, scrambling my good sense.

Shit.

I glance at Hayley. Can she smell Cameron on me? Does the apartment smell like sex? I lick my lips, then give her an overbright smile.

She frowns. “There’s more than that.”

There is indeed. I swallow down a hysterical laugh and try to school my expression. I need to process what just happened with Cameron and figure out how I feel before I can talk about it.

However, judging by Hayley’s expression, she’s not going to let it go.

I rack my brain, trying to think of what else I can tell her to throw her off the scent. Another hysterical laugh bubbles up as I imagine her sniffing around the apartment like a bloodhound.

Get a grip, Monica.

“Uh...” What else? What else? What else? “I also met his grandmother.”

Hayley grimaces. “Oh dear.”

“Indeed.”

Deep breaths. I’ve got this.

She purses her lips. “Okay, but how did it go with Cameron? Did everyone believe you were together?”

“I think so.” I smile, nodding enthusiastically. “They seemed to.”

She gives me a weird look, and I realize I’m overdoing it. I probably look unhinged. I force my lips into a frown. “I don’t think his family was happy we were together, though.”

There. That’s fertile ground for conversation. As well as a reminder that his family won’t approve if we keep seeing each other. Although, who said we’re going to keep seeing each other? Maybe this was just a one-time thing, an itch that needed scratching.

My stomach dips. Do I want it to be a one-time thing? Do I want to see Cameron again? Of course, I’ll see him again because he’s my roommate’s best friend, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll see him again. Naked.

Shit. This is a mess.

“Monica?”

“Hm?”

“I asked if Cameron’s family gave you a hard time?”

Crap. I need to concentrate. “Sort of. But it was fine. Nothing I couldn’t handle. They don’t know me and didn’t try to know me.” I shrug. “I just wasn’t their idea of Cameron’s perfect match.”

That hadn’t bothered me an hour ago, but now... I blow out a breath. It doesn’t change anything. It’s not like we’re dating.

Hayley frowns. “I’m sorry, Monica.”

“There’s nothing for you to be sorry about.”

“But I know how they can be.”

I shrug. “I survived.”

“Hm.” She gives me a concerned look. “How was sharing a room with Cameron?”

I swallow. “Fine.”

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