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“Where are you going?”

“We’re going to need another bottle of tequila. I have a stash. Make yourself comfortable.”

I release her hand and allow her to go. My eyes drop to her round ass as she walks away. She has on a pair of gray shortshorts that are made of sweatpants material. The tiny shorts are just barely covering the bottoms of her butt cheeks.

I bite my lip and pull a hand down my face. Those legs are sexy on their own. Add to them her nice plump ass—fuck—I’m hard just looking at her.

“Keep it together, Cam. That’s never going to happen,” I mutter to myself.

Maribel

I race into my bedroom and close the door behind me. I do have another bottle of tequila in here, but I also needed a second to pull myself together.

“Come on, girl. Pull it together. Please,” I whimper as I lean with my back against my bedroom door.

I was devastated when the carrier arrived with that package for me. Never in a million years did I think it was an engagement ring from Dez. I started drinking as the panic set in.

“Suck it up, Maribel. This is your life. You’re getting married whether you like it or not,” I scold myself.

I swipe at the tears that begin to spill. I hadn’t expected Cam to show up at my door. However, I was happy to see him.

I feel so cold and alone inside. The best idea I’ve come up with to get out of all of this has been to fake my death and hope to God Dez never finds me. I would never get to see my family or my mom again.

“I can’t do that to her. She tried to save me from this, I can’t break her heart now,” I murmur to myself.

My thoughts go to Cam and his idea to run to Paris. I wonder if he’d still consider that option. Hearing that he and Kay have broken up would have made me excited if I didn’t have to return home to marry someone else.

I would have finally been able to tell him how I feel. However, now, tonight, the knowledge of their breakup feels suffocating.

Pushing off the door, I move to the mirror and groan. I look like a mess. My nose is red at the tip, and I have on an old, faded T-shirt with sweat shorts.

At least my legs are shaved and look silky from my bath and the cream I slathered all over them. I palm my forehead as I notice I’m not wearing a bra either. In my defense, I had no idea Cam was on the other side of my front door when I answered.

I hurry to put a bra on and grab the bottle of tequila to get back out there. I don’t change my clothes because I don’t want to look as desperate as I feel to have him look at me as more than a friend.

I take one more glance in the mirror as I clench the bottle of alcohol to my chest, then I huff. Reaching up, I release my hair from the ponytail and comb my hand through it.

A groan leaves my lips as I’ve only managed to make it frizzy. My curls have recoiled from washing my hair this morning. I haven’t had a chance to blow it out.

Giving up on trying to look presentable, I head back out to the living room where Cam is waiting. I find him with his shoes and socks kicked off. He’s in his jeans, but his button-down is thrown on the back of my couch and he’s in a sleeveless T-shirt sitting on the floor in front of the sofa.

I stand admiring the view. A grin comes to my lips as I see he has emptied the tequila bottle I left behind. He holds it up and gives me a smile when he sees me.

“I thought I’d catch up. Come on. I figured your TV out. Let’s find something to watch. Food is on the way.”

I laugh and go to sit on the couch beside where he’s sitting on the floor. He leans his head against my leg and wraps his arm around my calf. I think we both release a contented sigh at the same time.

“This is what I needed,” he murmurs softly.

I bite my lip and keep silent. He’s talking about the tequila, not me. Even if his words were meant for me, nothing can come of these feelings.

As I have the thought, I look to the coffee table, but the bag is no longer there. My heart swells. This is why I love him.

He always takes care of me and never asks for anything in return. It would have been so amazing if I would have had a chance to explore things between the two of us. I hate Dez.

CHAPTER 30

What About Us?

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