Page 42 of Missing Linc
I’m determined to tell him everything I’m feeling, everything going through my head, and hope for the best.
“You shouldn’t be so hard on your sister, you know,” I start when he pulls away. “Maybe she needs to find herself somewhere else. Sometimes we can be in a situation for a long time but be blind to things because of routine.”
“Is that what happened with you and your… girlfriend?” he asks.
“Yeah. It was. In the end, it was the little things that made me end it, but it was so much more. I didn’t realize how much more. I didn’t realize how much I was missing out until…”
“Until?”
I can feel his eyes on me while we’re stopped at a traffic light. And I look back at them with all the ferocity I feel inside.
“Until I was with you,” I tell him. “I didn’t know why I felt so attracted to you, and yeah, I may have kissed you because I was confused and didn’t understand… but being with you? That was no mistake. That was me finding myself again. That’s why you have to believe me Cam. You’re no rebound. You’re the person I’ve been waiting for a long time.”
And cue running for the hills in three…
Two…
One…
His lips collide with mine, and his tongue slips into my mouth with as much fire as I have taking in his taste.
His hands on either side of my neck, his nose pressed hard against mine, and I forget everything. Everything but him.
Honk, honk!
The cars behind us start a cacophony that blasts us out of whatever zone we’re in, and Cam pulls away and hastily speeds away to our next destination.
When he parks again, he turns around to face me.
“I’m sorry I was harsh on you. I can get very... inside my head, so I was projecting a lot of the mess in there,” he says.
“You don’t have to apologize.” I bring my hand up to cup his face, and he leans into my touch and closes his eyes. “You were right to call me out. I… I can’t say I don’t have a lot of baggage. I was with a bigoted psycho for seven years, and I’ve still got a lot to learn about myself, about you, us, but I like you Cam. I like you a lot.”
“Good.” He smiles and opens his eyes. “Because I like you a lot, too.”
I kiss him again, this time a sweeter kiss, but if anything, it’s deeper than before.
“And don’t worry. Everyone’s got baggage. You think all of this… doesn’t come with some serious excess fees?”
He laughs and I laugh with him.
Gosh, it’s so easy. So, so easy being in his company. And I want more of it. I want more of him.
“Let me get these pizzas out before they go cold and they refuse to pay for it,” he says and goes to do his job, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about the interruption, or that we can’t kiss—or more—until the end of the night. Or that we’re confined in a car until then.
This is the best date of my life.
CHAPTER10
Camden
“Thanks for stayingwith me the whole night,” I say when we pull over in front of his house.
It is a little after four in the morning, and it was a crazy night all in all. Friday and Saturday nights are the worst. Thank God I’m off tomorrow. And as much as I love and need all the money for rent now that Autumn is leaving me, this time I’m not going in even if Grace begs me.
“I had a great time,” he says.
