Page 25 of Craving You
“Hmm.Okay,” he says.“I want you to come stay with me.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.We can set you up a space in the basement to dance, but keep your time reserved at the studio, so you have somewhere if you need to escape,” he says.“I don’t love that the elevator guy was hiding his face, though.How long ago did he start showing up?”
“Uh… probably about six months ago was when I first noticed him,” I say.“Was it you that followed me home?”
“Yeah,” he says.“I wouldn’t go inside, though.I would just go around the building to the fire escape.It’s better hidden over there.”
“You are crazy, you know that?”I ask.“Like… You hid that well.”
“You don’t seem too offended, Lori.What does that say about you?”
“That crazy attracts crazy.”I grin.“Are you going to tell Cam about-”
I don’t get the words out of my mouth before I hear my brother’s voice.“Cam already knows, but now I’m traumatized too,” he says from the doorway.I scream and pull the blanket over my head, curling up in a ball, making Cam, Remy, and Tris laugh at my reaction.
“Come out from under there,” Remy chuckles and tries to pull the blanket away.
“No,” I say, holding tight on the covers.He pulls it down just enough so he can see my face and kisses the end of my nose.“I’m naked.”
“Child, sit up here and put a shirt on,” Cam says.
“Don’t call her a child.If she is a child, I’m a predator,” Remy says.
“You are a predator, dipshit,” Cam laughs, making me giggle.“Lorelei, sit up, or I’ll tickle you.”
“No, you…” I start to say but squeal and wiggle away when he tickles my side.“Fine.Rude ass.”
“Put a shirt on,” he says, tossing me a shirt.Once I have it on, he sits in front of me and stares at Remy.
“Cam,” I say.“If I’m not mad, you can’t be.”
“She has a point,” Tris says.“Also… I kinda… might have known.”
“What?”Remy and I ask.
“So… I came by super late one night before your birthday,” Tris says, and Remy laughs.
“I wanna know, but Cam looks like he might get violent,” I say.
“Did you ever touch her before she was eighteen?”Cam asks Remy.
“No, Cameron,” Remy says.“She was in college.”
“Why?”he asks.
“Cameron,” I say.
“What?”he asks, not looking at me.
“Does Beatris know?”I ask, and he looks at me.“Maybe make sure your little sister is actually asleep before you go jerk off to her best friend in the same room.”
“Ha.I told you she knew,” Tris laughs.
“I never put a fucking tracker in her,” Cam counters.
“No, but you touched her.Right?”I ask, and he stays silent.“Right?”
