Page 53 of Unstoppable Love

Hurt flashed in his eyes before he wiped it away. “Prove it.”

I scowled. Stupid Cameron. He knew this was hard for me, and he was still pushing. And when I was pushed, I fought back. Especially with him. This was the song and dance we did that would take more than a meal for me to erase.

“Fine.” I rolled my eyes and climbed back to my feet. I plopped straight down on the cushion next to him, tucked my feet under me, and held on to my glass of water like it was a lifeline.

He was right. Being this close to him, it was going to be difficult not to touch him. Not to want him.

“Which one of these movies is your favorite?” he asked and went back to holding his dumplings bowl in one hand and eating out of it. He’d at least had the grace to drape a napkin over his lap, not that he’d dropped a single speck of food yet.

“This one, for sure. But your sister’s weird and thinks the third one is the best.”

Cameron ate. I sat next to him and watched the movie. It was a while into it before I finally relaxed enough, and when I did, Cameron’s arm went to the back of the couch. We still weren’t touching, but we were close, and every time I shifted, my shoulder brushed against his arm. Every time I breathed, I inhaled his scent.

It was all it took for my body to remember how good it felt to be touched by him. My lips burned to have his on mine. His hands on my body like he’d done in the hallway of Tom’s. To have his hips pressed against mine so I could feel the heavy weight of his erection pressed against my core. I swallowed thickly, closed my eyes, and tried to push it all away.

And I didn’t think it’d happen. Figured I’d just close my eyes for a minute to get control of myself, but the next time I opened my eyes, I was in Cameron’s arms, and he was walking me through my house.

“I fell asleep,” I mumbled.

“Even rested your head against my shoulder while you did it. Best night of my year.”

He walked into my room, dark and warm, covers unmade because I rarely made my bed, and he set me down on the side where I slept last night. “You’re not supposed to be touching me.”

“Wasn’t letting you sleep on the couch,” he said, “and you were out. Didn’t think you’d wake up when I picked you up.”

I stretched, and the covers scraped against my shorts, reminding me I was still fully dressed. “I need to change.”

“I can help.” His damn smirk was recognizable in the dark.

“You can leave,” I stressed.

He chuckled, shaking his head while he headed out of my room. “I’ll lock up. Get some sleep, beautiful, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

I yawned and covered my mouth, and that yawn froze when he called me beautiful.

The last twenty-four hours had left my head spinning with all the changes, and it must have made me exhausted because, as Cameron closed my bedroom door, I didn’t get out of bed to change.

I rolled right over, closed my eyes, and fell right back to sleep.

And when I woke again, I wasn’t in Cameron’s arms, but I also wasn’t alone.

The smell of sausage had me jumping from my bed and rushing into the kitchen.

“What are you doing here?”

Cameron’s back was to me while he had two frying pans on my stove. Sausage and eggs. He was still wearing the same clothes he’d worn the night before.

He’d left.

Hadn’t he?

He glanced at me over his shoulder. “Cooking you breakfast before I need to get on the road.”

“You… you’re…” I shook my head. “This doesn’t make sense.”

“Told you I was going to spend as much time with you as I could. I put you to bed and slept on the couch last night, and I gotta agree with Meredith. That third one is pretty damn good.”

“You… you watched all the Pitch Perfect movies.”

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