Page 52 of Unstoppable Love

I wasn’t forgiving him, though. That I couldn’t do.

So what in the hell was I doing, allowing him into my house so he could eat my delicious food—even if he bought the stuff for it—and laugh at my favorite movies, giving me even more memories of us I’d have to get over as soon as this blew up in my face?

“Ava?” Cameron called, and my spoon clanked against my bowl.

“Yeah?”

“You think any harder and your head’s going to explode.”

Freaking Cameron Kelley. If only I’d noticed how much he paid attention to me. How much he knew me.

I glared at him over my shoulder. “I’m not doing anything.”

I wasn’t. I was watching my movie. Eating my food. Okay, so I was trying to figure out what would come after the food and movie part of the night, but that was it.

He pointed a finger at me and swirled it in a circle. “Is that why you have those tiny lines in between your brows? You always get like that when you’re concentrating.”

“How could you even see those when I was watching the movie?”

“I didn’t. I just knew you were doing it.”

“Ugh.” I turned back to my dinner and had three more bites before I couldn’t eat anymore. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

He huffed and said nothing, but when I looked back at him, he was now resting with his back against the couch, arms thrown along the back of the cushions. His legs were spread, looking like the king of the castle, and I was never going to get the scent of him off my brand-new furniture.

“That’s all right.” He was smug. Far too smug. “I know enough, and it means I get to spend from now until whenever learning about the rest of you.”

He was so cocky. So arrogant. I shoved to my feet and grabbed my plate. I needed space. A moment where I wasn’t overwhelmed with his presence and his woodsy and citrus scent. And his stupid, beautiful blue eyes that seemed to peer straight into my soul every time he looked at me.

“Are you done?” I snapped.

He grinned. The jerk. “No.” He brought another scoop of dumplings to his mouth, and I stood there, like the moron I was, watching the man wrap his lips around the spoon, wishing they were on my…

Shit.

I spun, stomped all the way to my kitchen, which wasn’t far, and dumped my plate and bowl in the sink.

I’d clean up when he left.

I grabbed a glass, filled it with water, and when I returned to the living room, Cameron was watching. Waiting for me?

“Come here, Ava.”

He patted the cushion next to him.

I went to the loveseat instead.

Cameron chuckled.

“What?”

“Tell me something.”

I shrugged, and it must have been enough to give him the okay to continue.

“Are you sitting all the way over there because you’re worried I’m going to break my deal and touch you? Or are you worried you won’t be able to keep your hands off me?”

“Neither.” I snorted. “Maybe I don’t want to be that close to you.”

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