Page 56 of Coincidentally Kismet

CAM

“YOU LOOK LIKE YOU LOVE ME” - ELLA LANGLEY & RILEY GREEN

Ispent the night with Will! He was endearing, sweet, and fun and made me feel safer than I have felt in longer than I can remember. Being around him, no matter the setting, relaxes me in a way that’s more than soothing. It feels nice to have someone look after me, and the lengths he went to ensure I could unwind after a long couple of days were exactly what I needed.

We hooked up! Well, kind of. I guess you would call what we did “rounding second base,” maybe third. I’m not sure which base means what exactly in that whole analogy. All I do know is it was hot with a capital H. Kissing him is not awkward at all, it’s like our mouths already know exactly what to do, and if I let go, it just happens and it’s perfect.

Speaking of perfect, Will has a holy, chiseled-by-the-gods body. It’s seriously unfair, and yet I’m over the moon with gratitude. His chest and stomach look like replicas of Michelangelo’sDavid, while his manhood is far above average.

More than his body, though, his face and heart draw me in the most. He has perfectly straight white teeth and those ocean-blue eyes that sparkle unlike anything I’ve ever seen. He has secrets and pain hidden behind those deep pools, and I find myself longing to discover each and every one of them. I want to take away the pain I see, and the pain I know is buried in that tender heart. I am desperate to give him peace the way he has given it to me recently.

I worked today. It was light for a Saturday. I spent the majority of the day setting up my new chair and station since I haven’t officially booked any clients yet. Filling Daveed in on my evening was a much more in-depth conversation than I’d expected. He practically threatened me that if I messed things up, he would sweep in and steal Will away. Gosh almighty, so much for his loyalty. Between Micah and Daveed, the competition is stiff—pun intended.

All in all, last night was everything I dreamed it would be: romantic, relaxing, and downright sexy. At the same time, though, it makes me nervous. He’s so good at this part, the wooing, but I’ve done this before. What if I can’t recover from the fall this time, the one that I know will inevitably come?

Tonight, I want to see Will, and I want to have fun, let loose. We need a minute to enjoy each other without the feelings and heated moments clouding our judgment. Don’t get me wrong, I’m really in it with him, but I need to slow down on the heart side of things, for my own well-being. I texted Lo on my lunch break and asked her to help me out. She obliged, after demanding all the details, and now we are set to meet up with the whole group at the Waterin’ Hole “for some drinks, dancing, and debauchery”—her words not mine.

Glancing at my phone, I see that I have roughly one hour to get glammed up before the guys arrive to pick us up. Ruiz volunteered to be our designated driver since he has a large SUV, and I couldn’t be more thankful. Money is getting even tighter now that I won’t have my steady income, and while walk-ins arepretty frequent, I’m a bit nervous about how I’m going to make ends meet. Spending extra money on ride shares is just one more thing I need to be cautious about in the interim while I build my book of clients.

“Hey . . . whatcha thinking of wearing tonight?” Lo pops her head in my room.

“Haven’t decided yet, you?” I ask, shrugging nonchalantly.

“I’m either going with that little turquoise dress or shorts and a cropped tank...but I was thinking . . .” she starts, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Should I be worried?” Amusement dances on my face.

“No! I was thinking you should wear this.” She chucks a gray shopping bag at me.

I open the bag and pull out a green cropped, thin-strapped tank top that’s got lace and sequins. It’s unequivocally the most beautiful shade of emerald I’ve ever seen.

“Lo! This is stunning, you shouldn’t have,” I scold her, even though there is no way I am giving it back.

“Really, it was nothing. I saw it on clearance at the mall and I knew it would bring out the green flecks in your eyes perfectly.”

I hop up, strip off my T-shirt, and pull it on—holy smokes. It’s a little snug but hits in all the right places. My boobs look great and I don’t even need a bra with it, which makes it a winner in my book. I’ll do practically anything to avoid those torturous devices.

“Are you sure it’s not too much?” I ask, glancing in the full-length mirror carefully propped against the wall by my dresser.

“Cam, you will never be too much. If anyone ever tells you that you are, then they are not enough,” she says matter-of-factly.

“Thanks, you’re my best friend, you know.” I reach out to pull her toward me and into a hug.

“Yeah, yeah...Now get a move on.” She smacks my backside. “We don’t have long, and I know you’re going to fret over what to wear for bottoms so I already decided. Wear your black high-rise jeans, the ones that flare at the bottom.” She winks at me, slipping out and heading toward her own room to get ready.

I don’t dare go against her advice after she gifted me yet another stunning piece of clothing so I do as she says and put on the black denim pants. I re-curl my hair and throw it in a braid on one side to keep it out of my face. Flicking on some mascara and opting for lightly tinted ChapStick, I’m ready to go.

Since I have plenty of time before we need to leave, I venture into our kitchen and set about making Superman shots. I am inexperienced at best when it comes to making drinks, but this is one I have mastered. I shake the blue curaçao and vodka with ice, pouring it carefully in the variety of shot glasses I was able to scrounge up from the cupboard. Using a straw, I layer in the grenadine slowly, so it’s the perfect ombré of red fading into a slight purple where the two liquids meet and then into solidly bright blue.

Just as I finish, there is a heavy knock at the door. Lo rushes out to answer it, giving me a slight eyebrow raise when she notices my concoctions. I hit her with a lopsided grin, silently communicating that I’m trying to impress.

Our knights in shining armor along with Amy, filter into the quaint kitchen.

“Wright,” Will says, sliding his arms around me from behind.

“Hi, you look handsome. Got a hot date, Rambo?” I turn to face him, fully knowing I’m letting my insecurity show, but handsome is an understatement. He looks lickable. His soft black two-sizes-too-small T-shirt shows off his ridiculously chiseled arms, and I can’t help myself from wanting to climbhim like a tree. His denim is worn and faded, accentuating his muscular thighs and squeezable booty.Down, girl.

He winks at me and I know he’s reading my very dirty thoughts right now. He presses his lips to mine quickly and I groan a little, chasing his mouth as he pulls away. He chuckles and whispers, “Later,” so that only I can hear.

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