Page 94 of A Not So Prince Charming

Even like this, she looked like a princess. She was like one of those girls who could effortlessly run a social media account solely dedicated to showcasing her outfits, amassing hundreds of thousands of followers because of her impeccable sense of style. Perfect. And she wasmine.

“Hi,” I smiled, stepping forward to tug on one of the loose strands of hair she’d left down. “Missed you.”

She looked around, and after deciding that no one was watching us, stepped up onto her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. “Hi.”

Before she could drop back down, I gave her a kiss of my own, angling her mouth towards mine as I slipped my tongue inside.

“Cam!” She blushed, pushing me away. “What was that for?”

“I’m making up for all the time I couldn’t do that last semester,” I said, grinning. “And to think, we could have been doing this for longer if you hadn’t been so stubborn.”

Ella rolled her eyes as she slid her hand around my stomach, surveying the surrounding party. “I missed you too,” she grumbled.

Hardly anyone even paid attention to us as I guided her towards the kitchen.

“Do you want a drink?” I asked, grabbing a beer out of thefridge and pulling out the lemonade I always made sure we kept stocked just for her.

“Sure.”

After we both had drinks in our hands, I held out my free hand for her, pleased at the warmth that filled me when she accepted it. Heading back to the couches, I placed my cup on the end table before tugging her down into my lap.

I couldn’t resist my need to touch her as I snaked an arm around her stomach. My conversation with my dad earlier was still grating in my mind, and what I really wanted right now was to lose myself in her.

But I could be patient. I wouldn’t be a caveman and cart her up to my bedroom. Not yet.

“Cam,” she whispered, squirming against me even as I kept her in place. “What gives?”

“You’re mine, Princess.” Placing a kiss at the base of her neck, I gripped her neck with my free hand. “I’m not going to let anyone else have you.”

“I don’t want anyone else,” she whimpered. “Just you.”

“Good.” Our eyes locked as Ella spun around, straddling my thighs.

I slipped my hands into her back pockets, letting myself cup a feel of her ass. “You’re perfect.” I kissed her neck. “How did I get so lucky?”

She shook her head. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Bringing my lips over hers, I devoured her mouth. Putting every ounce of the words I couldn’t say out loud into it. Wishing we had more time, because it was all I wanted. One more minute, hour, one more night.

It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Not when all I wanted was her.

CHAPTER 29

Ella

You don’t have to hang out here, you know,” I said from my bedroom as I re-threaded the needle on my sewing machine for the fifth time. I was sewing with slippery thread, but it was necessary to get the perfect finish on the bodice I was working on. “I’m sure this is boring.”

I turned around to peer at Cam, who was currently lounging on my bed, a giant study book open in front of him. I’d never seen him study so much, but I knew he had the LSATs coming up and how much were riding on them.

Cam looked up from his book. “I like watching you,” he offered as an explanation. “I like when you get that little crease in between your eyebrows as you focus. Sometimes you bite your lip as you feed the fabric through the machine.”

I didn’t know how to feel that he’d observed me so closely, but I didn’t hate it. I could feel my cheeks warming, and I looked back at the machine so he wouldn’t see me blush.

There was a part of me that hated how fast this semester seemed to go by, especially since it felt like every free second was allocated. If I wasn’t working on a class assignment or sewing a new piece, then I was probably at a sorority function. The boys still showed up at our events when they could, too,which was the one silver lining of all of it—because at least I got to see Cam there. Still, I’d blinked, and it was already February.

We hadn’t talked about the future much. What it would look like next year, or when we’d graduated. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or a bad thing—because if it was going to end; I wanted to savor the time we had together, didn’t I?

But the fact of the matter was that I didn’twantit to end. But he hadn’t talked about where he was applying to law school, and I hadn’t mentioned about the places I’d planned on sending my portfolio.

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