Page 64 of Fractured Souls
Chapter 17
Bo
Steppingoutintotheliving room, I dry my hair with a towel. I started using this product Noah gave me that didn’t work in his hair, and it’s so much softer now. The smell isn’t harsh and it doesn’t feel greasy, which I like. Cam showered before me despite my obvious hints for him to let me get in there with him.
I guess whatever we’re doing this weekend doesn’t include showers together.
I see him sitting on my piano bench when I walk in. “What are you doing?”
Cam’s eyes pass over my body. If this is the only weekend I get, it’s going to be a good one. I’m going to live out whatever fantasies I’ve had for years. One weekend. I want to see where this desire takes Cam. I'm curious about what he wants to try.
Just for one weekend I’m not going to question a thing. I’m going to do what I want and not what I should. I will deal with whatever I need to on Monday.
“My shirts have never looked better.” I’m wearing the see-through dark blue boy shorts I got when I went out with Noah, under Cam’s big white T-shirt. The sheer fabric hides nothing. I may have had visions of Cam sliding up his tee and burying his face between my thighs. I put that on the to-do list for this weekend, if I can find some confidence. “I was thinking you could play for me. Just a little. Please?” He looks so boyish, with his damp curls falling around his face and a heart-meltingly shy smile.
I slide onto the bench beside him, and the warmth of his skin heats mine. He’s only wearing a pair of pajama pants.
He turns, taking the towel from around my shoulders and finishes drying my hair slowly. It feels nice and comforting. He presses his nose to my hair, and a shiver crawls down my spine. “What’s that smell?”
“This leave-in conditioner Noah gave me. It smells good.”
“Like a cute piña colada,” he laughs.
“Dork.” I press down on a few keys, deciding what to play. And I go with something a bit simple, mindless, because my brain is mostly on the shirtless man next to me. I’m happy the restaurant is closed for the rest of the month. I would probably have called in to work if I had to. If this is the one weekend I’ll get with Cam, I’m going to savor every second.
Closing my eyes, I let the memory of the music come back to me.
“Is that . . . theYuri On Icetheme song?”
I smile, nodding, then begin to sing the theme song. I don’t love anime the way Cam does, but I love watching it with him.Yuri on Iceis actually one I’ve seen through. I love the music, the animation, watching them skate, and the pair fall in love.
“I love your voice.”
I can feel the heat in his eyes as I finish the singing. I’ve done this a million times with him. Now, though, it feels like more. I don’t know.
What I do know is that Cam’s heat next to me on this bench feels almost as good as his attention on me while I play.
“You’re incredible,” he says softly.
I catch myself staring, afraid to look away. Things have been messy since we hooked up, but there’s so much of him ingrained in me, I could never walk away. Even if he doesn’t want me in that way.
“You like it?”
He nods, and his golden eyes hold me still. His tongue darts across his lips, pulling my attention to them. Soft and plump, and now . . . well, now I know they taste as sweet as they look.
“What are you thinking, Bobo?” The low rasp of his voice makes my belly swoop. I can’t seem to keep my secrets from him.
“I want to kiss you again.” Without a word Cam leans in, and I’m shocked to my core when his lips press against mine. A soft whisper of a kiss that absolutely sets my lungs on fire. I reach out, cupping his jaw. He hasn’t shaved in a few days, and I love the rough stubble against my fingertips. He pulls back slightly, but not far enough. His lips still hover over mine, lingering so close, his warm breath fanning over them as my eyes open, catching the look he’s giving me.
Is this what he does to his partners?
Does he tease and touch until his partner is ready to lose their mind. It feels like I’m about to. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” Cam shocks me, his large hand cupping my jaw. “I just know that I need to do something.”
“I’m not stopping you.” I don’t think I ever could. This is what weakness feels like in it’s truest form.Damn does it feel sweet.
“You should.” Cam presses kisses up the bridge of my nose before lingering between my eyes. “You should, Bowen.”
My fingers lace around his wrists. “What if I can’t?”
