Page 84 of The Pucking Wrong Man

I had a feeling I would need this in my memory bank in the upcoming weeks.

Taking out my one clean pair of clothes out of my little sack, I slipped on the oversized shirt and underwear before the scent of something delicious had me stepping back into the bedroom. Just like he’d promised, there was a mug on one of the nightstands, steam drifting lazily up in the air.

A little thrill passed through me at the thought of him being right outside the door while I’d been naked in the shower….

I tabled that thought…because there was also a sandwich, three layers tall, and my stomach growled just looking at it. I practically flung myself at the food, inhaling it like a wild animal.

A knock sounded on the door, and I froze, thinking of how I looked at the moment. I frantically chewed, brushing the crumbs off my chest before realizing I’d just spilled them onto the plush carpet.

“Come in,” I said in a strangled sounding voice.

Camden’s face was strangely blank as he opened the door and stared at me standing there in the old t-shirt I’d pulled on. Crap, I hadn’t put my leggings on yet. I’d been so desperate to find out the source of the incredible chocolate smell.

I was suddenly very aware of my bare legs as his gaze trailed along my skin, a heat in his eyes that made me hungry for more than the sandwich.

But I was gaping at him too. His hair was wet and he was wearing a loose pair of basketball shorts and a tight Knights t-shirt. And holy hell, he was unfairly gorgeous. Whatever the lottery for life was—he’d won it. Hands down.

Camden shook his head slightly, rubbing a hand down his face, his cheeks tinged with color before he cleared his throat. “I’m going to be heading to bed. Just making sure you don’t need anything…I’ll be right down the hallway if you do.”

I nodded shyly, shifting my weight awkwardly from foot to foot.

“Did you try the hot cocoa? It should be cooled off enough now.”

“Oh! I haven’t yet. I was...well that sandwich was amazing.” Understatement, but I wasn’t going to admit I’d torn into it like a bear coming out of hibernation.

“Glad you liked it,” he murmured, a warm rumble in his voice that made my body flush with heat.

I picked up the mug, well aware my hand was shaking as I brought it to my lips, tentatively sipping it just in case it was still too hot.

“Mmmmh,” I moaned as the rich, velvety chocolate enveloped my tongue. It was heavenly, the perfect blend of sweetness and depth, with just a hint of vanilla and a touch of cinnamon. The warmth spread through me, soothing and comforting, melting away the last of the chill and fear that had settled in my bones in that alleyway.

It was like a hug in a cup, the best hot cocoa I could have ever imagined.

“Holy cow,” I breathed, and he chuckled, the sound sexy and warming me up even more than my drink.

“Did you make this?” I asked. It was probably a stupid question, but I didn’t know how rich people worked. Maybe he had a cook that stayed up until all hours of the night.

He blushed at my question. And if I’d thought he was adorable before...

“It was my mom’s recipe. Any time I was scared, or sad, or...well, she made it for me.”

I didn’t miss that he said “was” in relation to his mom. I also didn’t miss how wistful...and sad he’d sounded just then. I studied Camden, wondering if he knew a little bit more about heartbreak than I’d first thought.

I took another sip, sighing in happiness. “You’re going to have to teach me how to make this. I’m not sure I can live without it now,” I joked, sneaking another sip.

“I’ll make it for you whenever you want,” Camden said simply, a glint in his gaze. I smiled in response.

Wouldn’t that be nice.

“You have dance tomorrow, right?” Camden asked, glancing at the fancy looking alarm clock on the nightstand.

Yikes, it was one-thirty.

I nodded, and he made a delicious growly sound, like he was upset I’d be getting so little sleep.

“Go to bed, baby girl,” he said, and I squeezed my thighs together, my clit pulsing and a heat spreading through my core that I really needed to ignore.

“Yes, sir,” I teased, like I had before.

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