Page 85 of Unstoppable Love

“I’m me, and you’re you. What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing.” I pulled back, but his hand at my neck kept me from moving too far, and I really needed him to let me go. My eyes were starting to burn, and I was soon going to be a foolish idiot crying in his truck. “It’s nothing, Cameron. Just forget it. Mom’s waiting.”

“Not going anywhere until we get through this. Tell me why it’s weird that we’re together.”

“Because you’re a stupid superstar and I’m just a small town girl. We don’t make sense!”

“Made sense to me when you were sitting on my face last night. Made sense to me when you were riding me until I came so hard I thought I might die. Made sense to me when you took me in your mouth this afternoon, something I’ll never forget in my life.”

God. His words. My body was warming, and those nerves were fleeing to the dark corners to hide. “It’s not about the sex, Cam.”

“It’s about…” He arched his brows and waited. He had a patient look, but the veins bulging in his neck showed me how frustrated he was with me.

I didn’t want that. I never wanted that.

“I thought we’d moved past that you have small dreams and I have a huge life nonsense.”

I swallowed, trying to tuck away my fears. “It doesn’t mean I’m fully over it. I mean, you could have anyone. Snap your fingers and a thousand girls would be ready for you. And now, we’re going to eat at my parents like it’s something we normally do, and in a few days, you’re leaving…”

Leaving me alone.

My eyes must have given me away because his expression softened into pure tenderness. His hand moved, thumb swiping over my bottom lip, and he tugged me closer to him, forcing us to meet, both curled over his wide, center console. “And you’re the only girl, the only woman I’ve ever met in my entire life who I could envision a future with, and I envisioned it back when I was sixteen years old, Ava. What does that say about me? Or us? And how is that weird?”

When he put it like that… “It’s not.”

“Exactly.” His lips curled at the edges, and then they were pressing against mine. “There’s nothing to be nervous about when it comes to me. I swear it to you.”

He was right. I knew it deep down in my soul, but my heart had been so twisted over him for almost as long that it felt strange to unravel all that ugliness and focus on the pure goodness he was giving me.

“I’ll try to remember that,” I said and kissed him back. “Okay?”

He pulled back, turned off the flashers, and pulled back onto the road. “See that you do, but if you need some help remembering, all you gotta do is jump me like you did today and all will be well.”

I scoffed. “Jump you? I didn’t jump you.”

“I was sitting at the table, and you climbed right into my lap and told me you wanted my dick, Ava.”

He was smirking.

I was fuming all over again.

“There might not have been a literal jump, but it’s all the same.”

I was lost in the memory of the way that’d felt when I’d slid off his knees to the hard kitchen floor and he’d had his shorts and shirt off before I could blink. My mouth watered all over again, feeling that stretch of my lips as I took him as far as I could, barely halfway, and I’d had to use my hand for the rest.

“Still no jumping.” I pouted, crossed my arms over my chest, and grinned out the side window.

He chuckled and didn’t bother trying to hide it.

I knew how to shut him up.

“You should know, Lydia and I started planning our weddings to you and Caleb back when we were twelve so we could someday become sisters.” There was a quick hiss of breath, and I kept my eyes on the land outside my window. “So, you might have known you wanted me since you were sixteen, but I’ve wanted you longer. Sometimes it’s hard to realize my dream is coming true and it’s not a fantasy anymore. Especially with everything else that’s happened. That’s why I freak out.”

His thumbs tapped the steering wheel. “I’ll keep apologizing for all of it for as long as I need to, you know.”

“I don’t want that.” I didn’t, I realized it that moment. It didn’t mean the memories didn’t still sting, and that’d take a while to get over, but I trusted Cameron when he said he’d make it up to me and never hurt me like that again. Deep down, I knew the kind of man he was, and he wouldn’t lie to me about that. It was the only reason why giving him a chance had come so easily to me.

“Then what do you need from me?”

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