Page 41 of The Fallacy of True Love
I met the motions of his hips with my own.
He broke our kiss, and we both gasped for air for the first time in what felt like ages.
Grinding against me, he murmured, “You like this, Cam?” His voice sounded gravelly, so different from his usual, and it seemed to vibrate through his body.
“Fuck.”
His smile flashed, dark and cocky, and he thrust against me in a rhythm that was pure sex. I traced the length of his spine down to of his waistband. Tugging his shirt up, I slipped my hand beneath his jeans and dug my fingers into his ass.
He groaned.
Then a bark of laughter sounded in the distance.
We froze. A heartbeat later, he pulled away, practically jumping back from me.
My pulse raced and I struggled to breathe.
“Shit,” he muttered as he shoved his hands in his hair. “Shit, that was a mistake.”
The heat in my body drained away.
He swiped his palm down his face. “I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t do things like this.”
More like he didn’t do girls like me.
Of course he didn’t. I’d known that from the beginning, yet I’d let myself get swept up all the same. Guess I hadn’t learned my lesson like I thought I had. That made the rejection even worse. “Right.”
He winced, and my blood pressure shot up. “I’m sorry, I?—"
I glared at him. “Save it.”
“Cam.”
His voice came out pleading, and I wanted to tell him he had no right to say my name. That he should just forget it, like I wanted to forget I’d ever met him.
I thought I’d misjudged him. That maybe he wasn’t as bad as I’d suspected him to be.
Wrong.
This was the last time I was taking a chance on some city boy.
“Let me explain.”
I shook my head. “Goodbye, Manila.”
And I stormed away, wishing with every ounce of me that I’d never see him again.
Chapter Fourteen
Alonzo
I should have spent the six-hour bus ride getting some sleep in preparation for my impending interrogation, not to mention my work shift. Instead, I’d stewed over my own idiocy.
How had I messed things up with Cam so badly? One second, we were arguing, then the next, I was practically mauling her against a wall. In public.
Yes, she had initiated the kiss and seemed to enjoy it. But I had taken it too far. If it weren’t for the sudden noise snapping me back to my senses, I don’t know what would have happened.
When I finally made it home, it was to Luna shouting, “There you are!”
