Page 54 of Refuel

“I remember, and I left you a note, not looking for anything long term. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Sweetheart, calm down. You’re getting worked up for no reason. Fuck those girls,” Kamden said.

The doors of the elevator closed, and he pushed me up against the corner, kissing me on the lips, taking my breath away.

“Mmmmm…” I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“Fuck, you taste so good. They don’t compare,” Kamden said.

“Glad you know that. So, don’t fuck this up,” I said, pointing between us right as the doors opened.

“I gotcha, racer,” he said, calling me by the nickname he gave me.

He opened the door for me to walk in, and I kicked off my shoes and jacket and walked to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. I heard someone talking, and Cicely came from the back, talking on the phone.

“He just arrived. I’ll let him know,” Cicely said.

“Who was that?” Kamden questioned, watching Cicely put the house phone on the charger.

“Sarai was checking to see if you guys made it home safe,” Cicely informed him.

“I’ll call her back later,” Kamden said.

“What happened?” she asked.

“Some of his girlfriends tried to fight me, and photographers just happened to be there,” I said as I rolled my eyes. Cicely walked over and lifted my chin to check for bruises.

“You all right?” Cicely asked.

“Yep.”

“I’m heading to take a shower,” Kamden stated.

“Are you hungry?” Cicely asked us.

“We’re heading to dinner at her parents’ place.”

“We are?” I asked, shocked at his statement.

“Yeah, I’m tired of you doubting us, or do you want to meet my mom for dinner?”

“Maybe better to head to your mom’s place. If it’s all over the news about the fight, I’d rather not deal with answering questions.”

“You’ll love his mom,” Cicely commented.

“I can hear my brothers screaming about me fighting over some man,” I fussed, sitting on the island chair as Cicely cleaned up.

“Eddison probably wouldn’t fuss as much as Malik,” Cicely said as she pulled the dishes out of the sink and dried them off.

“Malik needs to stop playing all these women and settle down.” I took a sip of water.

“Just like Kamden, right?” Cicely inquired.

“Yes, old wise one,” I joked, and Cicely narrowed her eyes at me.

“Wise and still sexy at my age,” Cicely remarked and stuck her tongue out at me.

“Cicely, the last thing I want to hear is you talking about being sexy.” I pretended to gag.

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