Page 52 of Perfect Matcha
Epilogue
Six Weeks Later
Camden triedto remember the choreography. Freddie’s newly vowed husband, Antony, had certainly drilled it into Camden’s brain enough in the last two weeks. But as Camden and the other groomsmen circled and stepped and essentially made fools of themselves forromance, Camden kept losing his footing.
Freddie was on the threshold of the dancefloor, looking resplendent in a black tux with gold brocade, his eyes full of tears at this incredible gift. That was the only reason Camden had agreed to this groomsmen dance surprise. He’d known Freddie would love it.
“Spin, Cam!” a voice hollered from behind Camden, a most beloved voice. “Get it, baby!”
He peeked over his shoulder and laughed. Theo was making a raise-the-roof gesture, and Camden bumped into Antony’s best man. At least Theo didn’t have his phone out recording like everyone else.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
“No worries,” the best man said. “This torture is almost over.”
The groomsmen ended on their knees in front of Freddie. Antony swept through the middle of them and swept Freddie into his arms for their first dance. So much sweeping.
Camden stood and gratefully hurried off the dancefloor. He was waylaid by Theo, who immediately wrapped his arms around Camden’s waist.
It had been six weeks and twenty-two hours since that night at Bold Brew. Camden had been keeping count.
“You have terrible rhythm,” Theo whispered, like he was breaking really bad news. He pulled Camden farther off the dancefloor, steering him out of the ballroom altogether. Camden was happy to follow Theo anywhere now that his official duties for the evening were done.
“That’s going to end up on YouTube, isn’t it?” he said. “The groundskeeping crew is never gonna let me live it down if that goes viral.”
“I doubt it’ll go viral. That stuff only goes viral if the dancers don’t look like a miserable herd of elephants stomping around.”
“Charming. Thanks. I worked hard on that. Freddie seemed to love it.”
Theo grinned up at him, and Camden dropped a kiss on his lips, catching the brunt of his smile.
Theo pulled them to a stop and wrapped his arms around Camden’s neck. “Kiss me again.”
Camden would never deny Theo that. He’d spent hours upon hours kissing Theo. Kissing Theo’s body—the soft spots that were for Camden’s eyes only. The backs of Theo’s knees. The ticklish stretch along his ribcage. He’d kissed Theo during the heat of the moment, when both of them were on the edge, when both of them were coming. He’d absolutely ravished Theo’s mouth the night before during a bit of repairman/homeowner role play on top of Theo’s washing machine.
But kisses like this were Camden’s favorite. They were the natural progression of that oopsie-daisy kiss in Camden’s entryway six weeks ago. A kiss because they were happy to see each other, to be together. A kiss that meandered with no clear destination in mind.
He nibbled over Theo’s bottom lip, taking sips of his mouth. He tasted like champagne and a hint of the tea he’d drunk on the drive to the wedding. Camden cradled Theo’s face in his hands and deepened the kiss, chasing Theo’s flavor, waiting for his groan, knowing exactly where to touch and press and prod to make Theo melt in his arms.
It happened so fast, Camden barely caught him. Theo shuddered and fell pliant against Camden’s chest.
They were in a hallway with patterned red carpet, elaborate crown molding, and gold-framed paintings. No one was around, so Camden pinned Theo to the wall. At the very least, it helped distribute Theo’s weight.
“Hey, boyfriend,” Theo said with what Camden now recognized as his horny smile.
“Hi, Theodore.”
“Have I told you how sexy you are in that tux? Like a hot blackjack dealer.”
Camden pressed his laugh into Theo’s throat.
“With me,” Theo said, “the house always wins.”
“You’re a dork.”
“Or, oh, I know! I could be a blackjack card counter, and you’re the casino muscle who’s sent to rough me up via sex and scare me into never cheating again.”
That had … potential. Camden shelved it in the back of his brain for later. It would be better with props.
