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I start to wiggle in his lap, trying to adjust my position so that I’m straddling him rather than sitting sideways and something hard pokes my asscheek.

I stiffen, and Cam pulls away. We’re both breathless.

Half expecting him to blush and turn away from me, I’m caught off guard when he picks me up and sets me back down how I planned. Now, instead of being poked in the butt, I’m being poked… elsewhere.

I blush and lay my face against his chest.

“What are we doing?” I ask, softly. Not entirely sure how we wound up in this position.

“I’m kissing you.” Cam says just as softly. “Do you like it?”

“I… I do…” I look up at him. He looks so sure of himself. “But why?”

He strokes my back, and I can’t help the sigh that falls from my slightly swollen lips.

“Why am I kissing you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Because I like you, Violet.” He smiles at me. “You make me feel things I never thought I would feel again.”

I want to pry. I want to know when he stopped feeling. What happened to him to make him so closed off. I’m pretty sure it had something to do with Allyson, but I would be a fool to bring her up again now.

“I like you too, Cameron.” My face heats at the declaration.

We’ve been getting closer. It’s expected when you spend so much time together. But I didn’t think it would come to this.

He kisses me again, this one sweet and soft.

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to cuddle for a while.” His face reddens, and he can’t quite meet my gaze.

He told me he liked me with no qualms. He teased me and kissed me like it was second nature. But he turns into a puddle of mush just from asking to cuddle?

This man is a mystery.

I smile up at him. “Of course it’s okay.”

Cameron

Violet falls asleep wrapped in my arms. Her face, usually so full of expression, is soft and calmer than I’ve ever seen it.

I don’t want to leave. But I don’t want to make things awkward for her if her roommate returns. I think the two are close. Closer than me and my roommate are, for sure, but I don’t know what Violet is comfortable with yet.

I’ll text her later.

Our first game of the season is next week. I’m ready, but Coach is going to expect extra effort from us. I don’t know how ball season is going to affect our tutoring sessions. I hope that I’m not too tired to still be helpful.

Violet has to pass this class. I would feel awful if I was the reason she didn’t.

Her notebook and the many papers I straightened earlier out of a compulsion I can’t really help are on her desk, so I grab the notebook and scribble out a note.

“Don’t think I’m gone because I want to be.

I’ll text you.”

-Cameron

I try to draw a smiley face and a heart, but the face looks more like a frowny face and the heart just looks like a circle. I scribble them out and leave the notebook open on the desk.

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