Page 54 of Hiding Secrets
How do I tell him that I kissed Hunter? How do I explain that I liked it without sounding like I don’t want him? Will he still want me?
Well, I kissed your best friend/ex-boyfriend and I liked it. Hell, I want to do it again. Oh and I don’t want to stop kissing you either. I want my cake and to eat it too…I want to devour it, actually.
“I have to talk to you, Kam.” I shift in my spot, pulling the duvet closer and covering a bit more of myself.
“Okay.” He sits up, “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. I mean, I’m confused, but I’m fine.”
“Did I do something wrong?” He lowers his head, “Did I come on too strong, too fast? I tend to do that.”
I reach for his hand, “No, no, you didn’t do anything wrong. You are amazing. You know how I feel about you…” His face lights up and the worry eases from his eyes. I let his hand go, the guilt coursing through me, “I did something wrong.”
“I doubt that.” He chuckles.
“I did.” I shove my face into my hands, “I am so sorry, Kam.”
“Hey, you can’t apologize for something you haven’t told me about.” He pulls at my hands but I don’t budge. “Elliott.”
I drop my hands, looking straight at him and let the words blurt out, “I kissed Hunter.”
I hold my breath as his eyes widen.
He hates me. He utterly and completely hates me now.
“Youkissedhim? Or didhekissyou?” I look at him, scrunching my face in confusion.
“What? Does it matter? Either way we kissed.”
“It matters to me.”
I blush remembering how it felt to drag my lips against Hunter’s, the small breath he let out as I took him by surprise. “I kissed him.”
Kameron sits back a bit, a grin grows at the corner of his lips, “Interesting, very interesting.”
Why is he smiling at me? Is this Kameron mad?
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have–”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“Yes I do.” I take a deep breath, “I really care about you and have feelings for you. I shouldn’t have kissed someone else.”
“Did you want to kiss him?”
I have to be honest with him, with myself.
“Yes.” I blush.
“Did you like kissing him?”
I squirm in my spot, “Yes.”
“Do you want to do it again?”
I frownat him,what is he doing?
The way he's looking at me isn’t like he’s mad or angry, no. There’s fire in his eyes, like he wants to hear this from me. “Yes.”
