Page 58 of Hard Rock Sin
He had been right. It was better if I left.
Because now I knew.
I loved Cameron.
I couldn't stand to see him with anyone else.
I wanted to be with him.
And I knew, now, that was the one thing that would never happen.
Chapter Eighteen
Iwas still throwingclothes into my suitcase when the door to my bedroom flew open. It hit the opposite wall with a thud.
I half expected to see another drunken couple invading my personal space.
Cameron stood in the doorway, wild red hair haloed by the light streaming in from the hallway.
"It wasn't what you think," he blurted out. That desperation was back in his voice.
"It doesn't matter." I avoided his eyes by concentrating on folding my clothes. "It's none of my business what you do."
"I wasn't going to kiss her."
"It's fine," I dismissed.
"She's a model," he pressed on. "I thought she wanted to talk about starring in our next music video. I didn't know what she was planning on doing. I wouldn't have…." he trailed off. "I didn't mean to hurt you."
I could hear the honesty in his voice. But it didn't matter, did it? Because even though I hadn't caught him kissing another girlthistime, I knew it would happen eventually. And I didn't think I'd be able to take that without my heart smashing into pieces.
I continued putting my clothes in my suitcase, my back to him. I heard him close the bedroom door behind him.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Packing."
Cameron sat on the edge of my bed, next to my suitcase, so I had to face him. "Why?"
I folded another shirt, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "You were right. It's better this way."
"You don't need to go."
"You're the one who said I should. And I agree. This is what's best."
"Is it?"
The dejection in his voice made me stop. He looked lost, his dark blue eyes wide and forlorn.
"You said it yourself," I told him. "Whatever this thing is between us, it won't end well."
Cameron tugged on my shirt, drawing me close. I almost lost my balance in my surprise. I ended up pressed against him, standing between his spread legs as he sat on my bed. The heat of his hands on my hips seared me, even through my clothes.
He leaned forward and planted his forehead on my stomach. "I missed you this last week," he murmured.
My heart thumped in my chest. My fingers clenched into his muscles of his shoulders as I stared at the top of his head.
"You're the one who keeps running and hiding."
