Page 93 of Hard Rock Sin
"You fucking tease," he murmured into my lips. "You like playing games?"
"Not as much you do," I replied with a playful smile.
"This isn't the kind of game I'd want us to play at my house parties."
I shuddered at the thought. "I'm not into exhibitionism, sorry."
"No?" he grinned mischievously. "Sometimes the thrill of getting caught is worth it."
"Not when you're Noah Hart's little sister."
The smile slid off Cameron's face. I knew exactly what he was thinking.
"I'll tell him soon," I promised. "I want everyone to know about us, too."
Cameron examined me closely. "I know you're worried about how he'll react. Fuck, I'm worried too. But whatever happens, we'll work through it."
I buried my face in Cameron's chest and breathed in deeply.
I wished I could be as optimistic as him.
But I knew my brother.
Telling Noah wasn't going to be easy.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Summer was almost over. That meant my classes were almost over. It was a relief, in one way, because my brain was beginning to feel fried from all the coursework and readings and papers. I was looking forward to a first semester filled with art, not essays.
I also couldn't help but feel a little sad.
My living situation was going to change soon. I was only supposed to be staying at Cameron's until I moved into the dorms. Once school started, I wouldn't have a reason to stay in the mansion with him.
Cameron hadn't broached the subject yet. For all I knew, he couldn't wait to get his bachelor pad back. We were a couple, yes, but moving in together so soon was rushing things, wasn't it?
I supposed that, since we'd already been living together, it wouldn't really be that odd. But still. Cameron hadn't said anything about me staying past the end of summer.
Not to mention, how in the world would I explain to Noah why I was staying at Cameron's without him getting suspicious?
Because I still hadn't been able to figure out a way to tell Noah about me and Cameron.
I could tell him when we were alone together, just the two of us. Noah wouldn't be able to punch my new boyfriend in the face if Cameron wasn't there.
Cameron and I could present a united front and tell him together. Convince him that we were serious about each other, and that this wasn't just Cameron playing around. Of course, we risked Noah flipping out and beating the shit out of Cameron then and there.
I could tell Noah ahead of time that I had some news to share. Let him brace himself of the worst before I spilled and hope that whatever he thought up wasn't as bad as what I was going to tell him.
I could always just spring it on him, matter-of-fact. Pretend like it was no big deal and hope he didn't overreact.
I had to snort to myself. Hoping Noah wouldn't overreact was a futile wish. I knew he wouldn't take my relationship with Cameron lightly.
I was thinking through my options as I drove back to the mansion from campus one afternoon. I was so absorbed in thought, I didn't notice the front door until I'd already parked and left the car.
When I saw the front door, wide open on its hinges, my heart immediately ran into overdrive.
Why was the door wide open?
I always closed and locked it behind me.
