Page 33 of The Bachelor

I wanted to crawl under the table and die.

This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have with him or in front of him.

Camden rested his arms on the tabletop, briefly grazing mine in the process, and linked his hands together.

That small touch, just the tiniest brush of skin against skin, and I was already feeling a blaze within my stomach.

“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” he asked.

“On which part?” Hannah inquired. “The advice part? No. The kind of guys Oaklyn likes? No on that too.”

“Jesus.” He took a drink, his gaze slowly shifting to me. “Stay away from them. That’s the best advice I can give you.”

But his eyes told me differently.

In fact, the story unfolding in his stare was enticing.

Addictive even.

Enough so that I took my phone out, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible as I pulled up Camden’s last text and began to type.

Me

I just want to make sure I understand things correctly. Is a bad boy the best kind of guy to teach me how to be a good lover? Or should I find myself someone who’s a little more giving?

Camden

Texting in front of my sister. You’ve got balls.

Me

Avoiding the question. You’ve got balls.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket just as the server brought us our wine. Hannah polished off the rest of her glass before she handed him the empty.

“He’s not the best advice giver, I see,” I said to my bestie, ignoring that Camden was still on his phone, appearing to be typing.

She clinked her glass against mine. “But you’ve got me, and that’s what I’m good at.” She eyed up her brother. “Ohhh, Camden, something just came to me. I think I have a wicked idea.” She waited for Camden to look up before she continued, “Why don’t we set Oaklyn up with Macon?”

His brow furrowed. “My Macon?”

Hannah laughed. “You say that like the two of you are together—which is fine, but I know that’s not the case. Yes, brother,yourMacon.”

He set his phone down, the screen facing the table, and took a long drink. “Oaklyn wouldn’t like him.”

“How do you know that?” Hannah asked.

I used that moment to look at my phone.

Camden

Don’t question if I’m giving, Oaklyn. I assure you, you’ll never leave my presence unsatisfied.

Me

But if I’m going to use my own fingers, I might as well do that at home.

“It’s just a hunch I have.” Camden shrugged.

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