Page 12 of Wrong Number, Right Firefighter
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The sun was just beginning to make its morning appearance, casting a soft golden glow across the cabin walls, and still, I hadn’t moved.
Camille was curled against my chest, one bare leg tangled with mine, her breath warm and steady against my collarbone. My arm was tucked beneath her, and my other hand rested gently on her lower back, fingers splayed across soft skin I couldn’t seem to stop touching.
Camille.
Her name drifted through my head like a prayer. Like something sacred. And I couldn’t stop staring at her.
Last night, I’d touched every inch of her body. Heard her cry my name. Felt her come beneath me, then wrap herself around me like I was something good. Something safe.
And somehow, this part—watching her sleep—was the thing undoing me. She looked peaceful. Beautiful. Mine.
My chest tightened at the thought. I’d spent so long avoiding all these feelings—connection, responsibility, and vulnerability. I’d pushed women away before things could get serious, convinced I’d only let them down eventually.
But this woman had changed all that in one night. From the moment she called the fire station trying to order pizza, she’d gotten under my skin. But it wasn’t lust. It wasn’t even the way she looked at me like I was someone worth trusting.
It was her. Her wild, curious spirit, fighting its way out after a lifetime of being caged. Her bravery, despite the nerves. Her voice in the dark, whispering my name like it meant something.
And it did. Because I’d never felt more like myself than I did when she said it.
She stirred then, her brow scrunching slightly as she shifted in the sheets. Her leg slid a little higher over mine, her fingers curling lightly against my ribs. I watched her eyes flutter open, sleepy and soft and still a little dazed.
“Morning,” I said.
Her lips curved. “Morning.”
“Sleep okay?”
She nodded, tucking her face back into my chest. “Better than I ever have.”
God help me, I wanted to hold her there forever. But she tilted her chin a second later, her green eyes locking onto mine.
“You stayed.”
“I wasn’t going anywhere.”
Her smile widened, slow and sweet. “Good.”
It should have scared me, how right this felt. How fast everything had moved. But it didn’t. Because whatever this was, it wasn’t temporary. I’d never been more certain of anything.
“You hungry?” I asked, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
She groaned playfully. “Only if it involves more grilled cheese.”
“I can work with that.”
I leaned down and kissed her, soft and slow, just because I could. Just because she was mine to kiss now.
And when I pulled away, she looked at me like I’d given her the world. That smile…it undid every last defense I’d built up over the years.
It didn’t terrify me. It reassured me. It changed me.
“Stay in bed,” I told her. “I’ll bring breakfast in.”
“Mmm. A man who cooks and puts out fires? I’m keeping you.”
