Page 41 of Staying Selfless

I’ve refrained from calling her whenever she’s on my mind, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. I’m letting her make the move to reach out to me when she wants to talk, as I consciously give her a bit of space to heal. But fuck, I’d be lying if I said it was easy.

It’s a tricky line to walk between giving her some room and reminding her that she’s not alone. But so far, it seems to be going well for us.

Cam stays still in his spot, wearing an awkward grin.

“You don’t know how to iron do you?” I ask with shock and accusation.

He gives me a guilty smile as he shakes his head to tell me no.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I get off my bed to pull the iron and ironing board out of the closest. “You’d think for someone who is majoring in early childhood education that you’d know how to iron.”

“Just because I want to be a kindergarten teacher doesn’t mean I want to be a housewife,” he quips as he pulls his shirt off and hands it to me.

“I’m just saying, you’re already breaking one status quo by being a D1 athlete turned kindergarten teacher, might as well just keep it going and get fully domesticated.” I smooth his shirt out over the board. “Do you know how to do your laundry?”

“Yeah,” he answers way too quick. “Sort of.”

“Jesus, man.” I can’t help but laugh. “You graduate next year. You’ve got to know how to do these things. Do you know how much a woman will appreciate it if you do your own laundry and iron your own clothes? They find that shit sexy as hell.”

Before Cam can respond, my phone starts ringing on my bed. And before I can get to it, Cam swoops it up and answers it for me.

“Speak of the pretty devil herself.” Cam’s smile overtakes his face as he holds my phone up, showing me Logan’s ridiculously cute face.

Her caller ID is a black and white picture I snapped of her with her head in a book, adorable reading glasses on and a pen between her lips. She didn’t know I took it, but her being unaware of how perfect she is just makes it that much better.

“Logie!” Cam exclaims as he answers my phone, placing her on speaker. He kicks his feet up in the air, crossing them at the ankles as he lies on his stomach talking to my girl.

“Cami!”

Cam looks up, giving me a smug glance. “She knew it was me,” he silently mouths, pointing to himself and causing me to roll my eyes at him as I continue to work out the wrinkles in his shirt.

“Your boyfriend is ironing my shirt,” Cam informs Logan.

“That sounds hot. Send me a picture.”

Cam looks up at me again. This time he’s the one rolling his eyes as I give him a smug smile because I was right about women finding this attractive.

“Hi, babe!” I yell back from across the room, unable to hold back my eager grin.

“Hi!”

Cam holds my phone up with Logan still on speaker as he snaps a picture for her. I make sure my sweats are hanging low on my hips as I lift my shirt, so she can see my ab muscles, while I hold the iron up in my other hand.

“You guys are so obsessed with each other.” Cam sends the picture through.

I can hear her text ding from here.

“Damn,” she says, thoroughly impressed when the picture gets to her. “So fine.”

“Domestic as fuck, right?” I add, loud enough for her to hear as I continue to iron.

“Hella domestic, baby.”

“Are you coming to our game next weekend?” Cam asks my girl. “I haven’t seen you behind the bench in weeks.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.” Which causes my smile to grow as I listen to their conversation in the distance.

“You can wear my jersey, you know, if you want to rep the real star of the team.”

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