Page 96 of A Not So Prince Charming

Cam

Can’t tonight.

We’re supposed to be doing some brotherly bonding event.

It’s okay. I should probably study, anyway.

I’d rather be with you.

And I’d rather you be sleeping in my bed.

Well… We can’t always get what we want.

Can’t we?

We’re both going to get in trouble if I’m in your bed every night, Charming.

Midnight rendezvous later? I want to see you.

Yes.

I blushed, thinking about what exactly that would entail, before heading off to my vocal class, already excited for tonight.

The Psi Rho girls had a tradition for our philanthropic event each year, one I was absolutely not going to break. That was why I was currently sitting at the kitchen table at the sorority house, tying a ribbon around the basket that I’d filled withdateactivities.

One I would present on a stage next weekend and then, as the guys so eloquently put it,auction myself off.

In the years past, I’d always tried to blend into the background—to not stand out. But this year, I was the Chapter President, meaning not only did Istartthe event before handing it off to our emcee, I was also the first one to be auctioned off.

No pressure like kicking off the event that would raise us thousands of dollars for charity.

Just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Though this year, for the first time… I had someone. The thought sent butterflies through my body. Sure, we’d slept together, and been intimate more times than I could count, but somehow this felt the most… real.

Despite all the time we’d spent alone, we’d never been on an actual date.

I blushed just thinking about it. We hadn’t exactly made plans for Valentine’s Day, but the idea of going out together was… exciting.

My phone buzzed, and when I looked down, my face split into a grin. I still had a few hours before I could see him, but I liked he was checking in.

Cam

What are you doing?

Ella

Working on my basket for the auction next weekend.

He FaceTimed me, which made me laugh, considering he was just down the road.

“I wanna see,” he said, his hair slicked back with sweat like he’d just been at the gym. I got a peek at the top of his shirt—tight and sweaty—and I resisted fanning myself.

Be strong,I willed myself. I did not need to go over there andfind out exactly how he’d taste if I ran my tongue over those tight abs, and—“Ella.”

“What?” I said, snapping out of my trance.

He smirked. “You checking me out, Princess?”

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