Page 62 of Lucky Star

Lost.

We’d both been lost.

His eyes grew contemplative, and a small smirk played at his lips. “And I know right now might not be the best time to mention it, but fuck, I missed being able to touch you. Last night was—”

“Our sexual chemistry was never the issue. You can hate me, and still want to fuck me. What I need to know now is if you can ever truly forgive me. If you’ll be able to move past your anger.”

His eyes washed over my face and his jaw set. “Yes,” he finally said. “Can you?”

I blew out a breath. “I don’t think I knew how irate I actually was until just now. Hurt, yes. Disappointed, certainly, but the rage I felt toward you just now was like a living, breathing thing that had the power to consume me, if I let it. But I don’t want to be angry anymore. I want to be in your corner and have you in mine—not at each other’s throats.” I let a small smile tug at my lips. “And it’s fair to say I like your body just fine, too.”

He laughed, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You know you’re more to me than just sex, right?”

“I know.” I did, truly. I’d had sex before; what happened between Cameron and me was so much more than that.

He nodded, and the worry left his face. “Don’t get me wrong. I’ll take you every which way I can, but when we’re together, it’s something more. Every time I’m with you—when I’m in you—there’s nowhere else I’m supposed to be. You’re my home.”

I felt something click into place, solid and strong. In each other, our hearts recognized its other half, and to deny that connection was to deny the very fabric of who we were.

“I used to watch you across the room, and I’d just let myself wonder what it would be like to be with you.”

“You did?” I asked, still in awe over the fact that he’d felt the same way I had for all those years.

“I’d fantasize about how you’d taste on my lips and wonder how you’d sound when you came.”

My body shivered, and I grew damp hearing him admit his desire. I wanted to climb across the center console and show him just how profoundly his admission affected me.

But before I could, he added, “And while I’ll ever get enough of you, that’s not what this is about. What I cherish more than anything is that even before sex was on the table, I knew your heart.”

Tears welled in my eyes, and my throat tightened with emotion. I tried to keep a stiff upper lip, but I had a shit poker face.

With one glance, Cameron saw the thin line I walked. “Stay there,” he commanded gruffly.

Jumping out the door, he trotted around the SUV. Pulling open my door, he tugged me into his arms. “It’s okay, baby,” he whispered as I unleashed a sob into his chest.

Try as I might, I couldn’t stop the tears. My body quaked as I unburdened the last few months from my soul. Everything he’d said just now was what I’d needed to hear, and I was too overcome to keep my emotions in check.

“You’re it for me, Sarah. Just you.”

I nodded against him and burrowed even deeper into his embrace. “You too,” I mumbled back, bringing myself under control.

“This is too much,” he said, rubbing my back in calming circles. “I’m done.”

“What?” My head shot up.

He kissed my forehead and said, “Shh, not that, silly girl. I’m telling Broderick I’m not playing along with his games anymore.” Stepping away, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and paced the side of the road, swiping at the keyboard. “Aerin thinks she’s the best there is? Fine, let her to prove it. Me and Jillian being together is great for the movie, but it’s not necessary.”

My voice broke on a hiccup. “Cameron, please don’t do anything you’ll regret. I can handle it. It’s just been difficult.” Hiccup. “We’ll figure out how to make it work. We’ll prioritize seeing each other more, and make sure that we spend quality time together.”

He stopped pacing, turned to me, and shoved his phone back into his pocket. “Nope. Not good enough. It’s you and me, kid.”

He returned to my side and tucked me back into the crook of his shoulder. The wind whipped around me, but in his arms, I’d never be cold again.

“It’s done. No more hiding, and no more lying. They can tell the truth about us, or I walk. If I quit, people are going to want to know why. I’m sure they don’t want me telling Whoopie and Joy how they asked me to hide my fiancé and pretend to be in love with my co-star.

“And if the book’s fans learn I quit because I loved you too much to keep you a secret, those same women Broderick is counting on will support me. They weren’t thrilled about me at first, but I’ve done some digging, and while they think Jillian will make a kickass Arabella, they fucking love me.”

I laughed around another hiccup. “I can’t believe you know who the hosts of The View are,” I teased, and he tweaked my nose.

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