Page 107 of My Sweetest Agony
She laughs lightly and places a hand on his shoulder, so casually and intimately that my stomach roils.
I retreat a step, and my movement shifts Camden’s gaze from her to me.
“Oh, umm…Ivy, this is Roxy.” He rubs at the back of his neck, a strange look on his face that I can’t quite place. “We went to art school together in London.”
Roxy smiles at me, her eyes sliding over me in assessment, and she holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
I accept it and shake. “You too.”
She quickly turns to Camden. “But now that I’ve seen you and you know that I’m in town, we have to get together for dinner and catch up.”
He nods. “Absolutely.”
Her smile falters slightly, her brow furrowing as she looks him over. “I’ve been worried about you. I called the gallery a few times, and your cell, but never heard back.”
His gaze cuts to me quickly before it returns to her, and he forces a smile I can tell isn’t real. “Yeah. Sorry about that. Things have just been…difficult.”
She frowns. “I heard about your brother. I’m so sorry. If there’s anything I can do…”
“I appreciate it.” He reaches up and places his hands on her shoulders, then leans in and kisses her on the cheek. “I’ll call you. Same number?”
Roxy nods, then motions over her shoulder. “I need to get going, but I better hear from you.”
She darts away and disappears around the corner, leaving me awkwardly standing beside Cam with my heart in my throat and my stomach threatening to make the few bites of breakfast I managed to eat come back up.
Cam turns back to me—agonizingly slowly—running his hands through his hair as his uncertain gaze meets mine.
“Art school together, huh?”
I don’t mean it to come out so accusatory.
Or to sound so damn laced with jealousy.
But that’s exactly what happens.
I’ve suddenly become that person who turns green with it the moment another woman who clearly has a past with the man I’m?—
I don’t even know what we are, but this heat spreading through my body isn’t a pleasant, warm glow. It’s the kind of uneasy feeling I only ever got before with Drew when I saw the way women flocked to him.
He clears his throat and approaches me, stopping within touching distance but not moving to do it—maybe because he senses my current mood. “We were friends.”
I raise a brow. “Friends?”
He nods.
“That looked like more than just friends.”
Cam releases a labored sigh, his shoulders slumping beneath his leather jacket. “I wasn’t very careful with my actions when I was using. Before I went to rehab. We were friends. Just friends,” he clarifies, “but things went further than they should have, even though I thought we were on the same page and knew what it was. I think she wanted more.” He shakes his head. “No, I knew she did. Crossing that line with her is something that wouldn’t have happened if I’d been thinking clearly. I’m not a thoughtless person, Ivy, despite what some of my recent actions might suggest, but…”—he sighs again and glances toward where she went around the corner—“I definitely fucked up where she was concerned, and I owe her an explanation. And an apology.”
His confession blasts away any green tinge of jealousy and replaces it with embarrassment for the way I acted.
My cheeks heat, and I dip my head, unable to look at him. “Part of the whole making amends thing?”
He lifts my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze as he nods. “Something like that.”
“Is that…why you came to my house?”
His brow furrows. “What do you mean?”
