Lex tried to stifle the flutter in her chest at the words. A few fights hadn’t been enough to extinguish the way she felt about Cam, but if they couldn’t come to a resolution, she’d have to find a way forward without her.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Cam pulled up to the parking spot at the Waterfront Park, saturated with memories of her first meet-up with Lex. She’d been so confused as to why the woman who seemed only interested in strings-free sex wanted to go on a simple date where they didn’t even touch each other. However, the more she’d gotten to know her, the more her actions made sense. Feelings made Lex prickly at best, yet the connection between them had always been deeper than surface.
Lex hadn’t just spent six months fucking her into oblivion. Lex had spent six months making her feel cherished and protected. Making her feel comfortable in her own body. No wonder Cam had tumbled headfirst for the stubborn, overly sensitive, irritating-as-sin woman.
She glanced to her phone again. Next week she’d be going back to school, and she was in the process of scheduling a place to stay. One of her classmates ended up being a sweetheart and offered to lease her a room for the duration of the semester.Which was good, because her parents still weren’t speaking to her. The ache in her chest over that still hadn’t abated. She wasn’t sure if it ever would.
Spending Christmas by herself had been one of her lowest nights. Danny offered her a spot at the Dukas celebrations, but she wasn’t prepared to handle dropping the news to Lex yet. They had too much to figure out for themselves without getting Lex’s massive and nosy family involved. So instead, she’d popped onFirefly, twisted open a bottle of lemon vodka, and dragged out her acrylics.
Painting had been the therapy she needed, pouring out the rage and the pain onto a stretched canvas. The strokes released everything she’d pent up for so long. Magnolia trees bloomed across the page, a celebration of life and death in one gasp—so reminiscent of that kiss with Lex in the cemetery, the one that had awakened her body and soul.
By the time she’d gotten the text from Lex that night, an idea sparked in her brain.
So, here she waited, tapping on her steering wheel like she had first date jitters. So much so she’d shown up a half an hour early. She’d reapplied her crimson lipstick at least six times at this point. Cam tugged at the gauzy wrap she’d placed around a black and yellow striped dress that clung to her curves up top and flared out into a wide skirt. Cam couldn’t help herself. She hadn’t seen Lex in almost a week, and if this didn’t crash and burn like the talk with her parents, she wanted to look her best.
A pounding came from her window, snapping her to attention.
Lex stood on the other side, like she had the first day they met up, raring and ready to go. She gave her a tentative smile, her eyes crinkling with the motion as she stepped back, and it looked a little bit like hope.
Cam stepped out of the car, all too aware of the way Lex scanned her down, soaking in her details like always. Lex hadrun product through her dark strands, and the motorcycle jacket she wore highlighted her slim figure. With the black tank top and ripped up jeans, she looked every part the tattooed rebel Cam had first fallen for.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” Lex said, her voice coming out in a low purr she’d missed so much.
Her chest twisted sharp at the greeting Lex had given so often when they’d been together. Their six months might’ve been in secret, but they’d felt more like a relationship than any she’d been in before.
After the way her foundation crumbled last week, Cam thanked everything holy Lex wasn’t delivering the same reticence she had when she’d returned to town. Even though hesitation lingered in Lex’s glances and the light edge to her words showed she tried to fight through the emotion too, Lex did her damnedest to treat her like she had before.
If Cam had arrived to another freeze-out, she didn’t think she could bear it. Not after the way her parents’ rejection had destroyed her. Nazir, on the other hand, had sent her an email apologizing for his reaction that night—he’d been upset because he thought the interest was mutual. He hadn’t known this was entirely her parents’ making.
“Why don’t we walk and talk,” Lex said, offering her hand.
Cam’s heart ached as her palm pressed against Lex’s, the touch something she’d needed more than ever after Christmas Eve. Lex took the lead like always, striding toward the path that wound beneath the Ravenel Bridge. The sky was the sort of blue it belonged in an oil painting, and the sun shone bright even with the cooler temps of winter. The trees swayed in the breezes, and the pale strip of pavement almost glowed with the intensity of midday.
Tension smeared between them as they both stole glances, but neither of them spoke. In essence, their silence summed upevery issue they had up until now, where they’d both been too terrified to risk their hearts. Lex swung their arms while they walked, the playful motion spurring Cam to talk.
“So, you were right,” Cam said, “At least, about me needing to take action. I’ve spent my whole life trying to make my parents proud, never getting in trouble and always, always compromising my own wants and needs to keep them happy. It wasn’t until we began to spend time together that I realized how much they’d stifled.”
Lex scratched the back of her head, looking at the ground as they continued to amble forward. “I was a bit of an ass on that front. My brother may have smacked some sense into me. I never stated my intentions, and you don’t have the big network of friends and family to fall back on like I do.”
Cam squeezed Lex’s hand tight at the admission. It had taken them this long to spill out their truths, but they all unraveled so fast it was mystifying how tangled up they’d been for so long.
“Just to clarify, I didn’t run off to Savannah to ditch you, and I didn’t start dating a guy. I wanted to go back to school for a while now, but you were always so dodgy about commitment that I didn’t want to scare you off with talk of long-distance.” Cam glanced to her, and their eyes met, the intensity in her hazel gaze making her breath snag. She could paint portraits of Alexis Dukas for the next century and still never capture the enigmatic, wild force on paper.
“Well I’m a fucking idiot for assuming. What…about the arranged marriage thing?” Lex asked, her voice hesitant, as if she was a glass vase ready to hit the concrete.
Cam sucked in a breath, drawing in the salt breeze and the dark spice of cloves that always lingered around Lex. “Well my parents set that up without my consent, which exploded magnificently on Christmas Eve. They accepted his proposalfor me,and I came out.”
“What the everloving fuck is wrong with them?” Lex spat, her gaze flashing.
“It’s part of how they grew up,” she admitted, still trying to process, even amid all the hurt. “Currently, I’ve got to figure out a new living situation for the next semester because they kicked me out and haven’t talked to me since,” Cam said, trying to remain dry and sardonic even as her voice quavered.
Lex stopped in the middle of their walk to face her. She threw her arms around her in a crushing embrace Cam couldn’t help but sag into. The strength emanating from Lex—it was everything she’d been searching for. The fresh pavement she needed to land on. She clutched the front of Lex’s shirt, and her shoulders shook even though the tears didn’t come. She’d cried for too many days over the loss.
“I don’t care if I break my parole,” Lex growled into her shoulder. “If you need me to go over there and slice their tires, or break into their house to get your stuff, I’ll do whatever you need.”
Matty Dukas had been so right. Cam nuzzled into Lex’s chest, clinging like her life depended on it. She’d missed this sturdiness, this warmth, this ferocity with her every breath. Even with the family and stability she’d lost over the past week, she couldn’t deny her path felt clearer than ever. In a semester, she’d graduate with the degree she had never been able to finish, and she knew who she was now. She had Lex to thank for the latter.