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Wait.
Wait.
Hold it.
Look at you. So pretty when you’re squirming.
You really want it. You’re aching right now, aren’t you?
Don’t speak, just nod.
(Deep inhale)
You’ll get what you need. What you deserve.
Chapter 22
Hannah
Afteradinnerofcheese, charcuterie, accoutrements, and the fresh bread I picked up, we end up zoning out in front of some old James Bond movie Dad loves. I pass around the sugar cookies until the box is empty.
Cameron and Ryan are stretched out on the sofa, feet propped up on the wooden coffee table. I curl up in a ball in the nearby armchair, a cosy blanket draped over my lap.
I’ve only got half an eye on the film, scrolling through TikTok at the same time with one earbud in. I need the distraction so I don’t keep glancing over at Cameron every thirty seconds. He looks delicious in a soft white t-shirt and his checked pyjama pants, his hair soft and fluffy after his post-ski shower.
Mum fusses over setting the table for tomorrow then snuggles by Dad’s side, but it’s not long before she starts snoring softly. Dad gives her a nudge, and she heads up to bed. He goes not long after, and James Bond shoots his way out of a building.
I’m practically begging the universe to send sleep vibes Ryan’s way so he’ll leave Cameron and I alone. Not that I expect much to happen, but at the very least, I’m hoping for a goodnight kiss.
I open our message history, wondering what I’d say to him if I felt bold enough.
Before I can start typing, a new message appears.
Cam:I wish you were sitting in my lap so I could kiss your neck.
I press my lips together and shift my body, blocking the view of my phone from the boys while I consider my reply.
Cam:You look so pretty when you blush.
Cam:I want your brother to get lost so I can get my hands on you.
This man!
“Who are you texting?” Ryan says, making me jump so hard my phone falls to the floor.
“Nobody,” I say, bending to fetch it back.
“Nobody means somebody.”
“It’s my friend Rachel. From school.”There is no Rachel.
“Better not be a boy.”
Cameron’s lips press together as he stifles a laugh and goes back to his phone. God forbid he gets the same level of interrogation as me.
Cam:Meet me in the kitchen.
“You want another drink?” Cameron asks, adjusting himself a little as he stands.
