Page 38 of The Bachelor

So, you’re telling me you haven’t changed your mind?

Me

No.

Camden

Even if I’m telling you I want anal?

Me

Shit … no, I guess.

Camden

Fearless. I didn’t know that about you.

Me

I’m not asking you to fall in love with me, Camden. I’m asking you to give me an experience I’ll never forget. That doesn’t make me fearless. It makes me hungry to learn more about my body.

“Hello?” Hannah sang, her eyes on Camden. “Are you going to answer me? Or at least put your phone down and pretend you’re listening to what I’m saying?”

“Sorry,” Camden replied. “What did you ask?”

“Unbelievable.” Hannah shook her head, clearly annoyed. “Who are you texting with?”

My heart began to beat so fast that my throat was vibrating.

His eyes lit up, and he traced the inside of his lip with his tongue. “The girl I’m going to fuck tonight.”

I couldn’t be sure he was only texting with me at this table, but the thought of him having conversations with other women at the same time didn’t sit well with me.

Hannah crossed her arms over her chest. “The bartender?”

“Maybe.”

Ouch.

Why does hearing that hurt so much?

It wasn’t just because she was gorgeous and she was here, which made it so easy for her to leave with him at the end of her shift.

It was because I didn’t want him touching any other woman while this proposition was in motion.

That was stupid of me to even think that was possible. That he would only want to be with me when he wasn’t getting anything out of this.

Lesson one, I’d only had an orgasm, not him.

Lesson two and three would be the same.

And maybe it was selfish to want Camden all to myself, but I did.

And, gosh, that thought was heavy.

“What about you?” Hannah said to me. “You’ve been on your phone half the night too. Who are you chatting away with, girl?”

She couldn’t see my screen, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t been completely obvious.

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