Page 19 of Cam's Treasure

I had a feeling I'd have said it even if I didn't. It was a weakness of mine, but I never could bring myself to say no to Cam, especially when I knew how happy saying yes would make him.

"I like it. Let's check out the backyard before we make a decision, though."

"Good idea."

Cam raced forward, sliding open the glass doors that led into the backyard, and then gasped. I followed after him, and my eyes widened when I took in the space.

It. Was. Perfect.

It was bigger than the backyard in either of our dads' places, big enough for Cam to shift in once we had a shield of some sorts hiding it from the outsiders. The ground was covered in weeds, and I could imagine working on the place and turning it into a garden of some sorts.

On the right side of the yard, there was a large pond. The water inside sparkled in the sunlight, its edges framed by rounded stones that looked smooth to the touch. A few fish swam in the water, and I wondered if the previous owners of the house had left them behind when they moved out. Did they need to be fed? Or did the pond have its own ecosystem?

"Micah..."

"Yeah. This place is perfect." I glanced over to smile at Cam. He grinned right back at me, his green eyes sparkling.

"This is going to be such a good home for us. There are lots of shadowy corners for your familiar to hide in too."

Saaya hissed from somewhere in the shadows, never too far away from me even if she wasn't the cuddliest of familiars most of the time.

"We should tell your dads we'll take it." I'd also have to tellmydads I was moving out. I knew they must have some idea I wasn't planning to stay with them indefinitely, but I had a feeling they'd try to convince me anyway.

I wanted to live with Cam, though. I wanted to make a home with him, to go to bed inourbed inourbedroom inourhouse.

"Yup. And then we need to break the news to your dads."

"I think it'd be better if I did that on my own," I said with a wince, and Cam grimaced.

"Uh, you might be right. Gus can be scary as fuck."

Cam was probably the only person in the world who was scared of Papa, but Papa had made sure to put the fear in him early on when he found out we were mates. He was subtle about it, but he'd made sure Cam knew he would cause Cam pain if he hurt me. It was embarrassing, but it also made me feel good. It made me feel treasured, and after being rejected by my birth parents and thrown away like trash, it felt good to know how much my dads loved me.

We explored the house for a bit longer, talking about what we might change and what was perfect the way it was. By the time we were ready to head home, it was almost time for dinner.

We decided to head to our own homes for the night, to share the news with our parents and spend some time with our families on our own since we were glued together almost all the time. Our families didn't really mind, but I was sure they'dbe happy to spend an evening with just their sons for once, especially since we were moving out.

We'd be busy with the clan party tomorrow, so we probably wouldn't get to move until the day after, but that was okay. I was looking forward to seeing everyone, and while I was eager to move into our new house, I wasn't in any rush. I wanted us to take our time and do it right.

Cam stepped closer to me on the front porch of the house, his fingers tangling with mine as he leaned forward, his lips hovering against mine. Closing the gap, I kissed him, sliding my lips against his as his other hand came up to clutch at my waist. I wondered if I would ever stop feeling butterflies in my belly when Cam kissed me, and hoped I never would.

Our tongues tangled together, and I could feel the rush of emotions washing through Cam, a mirroring mix of love and care filling my own heart. Sometimes, I truly loved my powers.

"Okay." I took a step back and put some distance between us. "We should get going."

"Or we could go check how sturdy our new bed is," Cam suggested with a waggle of his brows, making me roll my eyes.

"Nope. We are going to be good and go home."

Cam pouted but didn't argue, and we walked out of the small driveway, heading down the street hand in hand.

Cam

Something was up with Micah.

He was acting weird, and he'd been doing so for a while now. I hadn't asked him about it because I was hoping he'd bring it up himself, whateveritwas, but he hadn't, and I was starting to lose patience.

Sometimes, I wished I was the telepath instead. I had no filter anyway, so Micah reading my thoughts was no different than him hearing me say it, because I had no secrets, especially from him.

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