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"I love you," he said suddenly. I stopped and looked at him, stunned. He moved closer. "I love you, Kristen."
I was speechless for a moment; not totally sure I’d heard him correctly. Camden smiled and took my hands. "I want us to be together. For good."
"I've missed you so much," I finally said. "I want nothing more than to be with you. And I love you too."
He pulled me in, and our lips pressed together in a way that finally let the tension out of my shoulders and I could sink into him. All that worry, all that stress was flooding out of me as I climbed into his lap and his fingers began undoing the buttons of the light sweater I wore over my tank top. As soon as it was off, he pulled the tank up, and I raised my arms to let it slide off me.
I squealed as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom and placed me on the bed. I missed him so much, every part of him. But I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed this especially hard. As his shirt flew to the ground, his tight, strong muscles reflecting the shadowy light of the bedroom, I clicked the lamp off and cast us into darkness.
I wanted to feel him. As his clothes came off and mine joined them, he crawled between my open legs and pressed his lips to mine. When he entered me, I gasped and then sank into the pleasure of our bodies finally joining together again.
We made love in the moonlight, and when we were done, satisfied and sweating, our bodies tangled in one another, we whispered our love to each other before sinking off to sleep again.
15
CAMDEN
The bed and breakfast was a popular location for people coming into Murdock from out of town or for folks that wanted to have somewhere nice to stay when they were passing through, but I hadn’t been there other than to say hi to Ryan and Allison since it had first gotten up and running. I had no reason to. With the ranch and everything going on there, I didn’t need a bed and breakfast, and with how busy they were between their business and their progeny, there wasn’t much chance to visit. I tended to catch up with Ryan elsewhere.
But today was different. The news had spread about Kristen’s return and new plan, and Ryan and Allison were itching to have a little bit of fun with an empty house for once. None of the rooms were rented out for the week, and they had been thinking about throwing a party anyway. Once I told Ryan what was going on with Kristen, I got a text message ten minutes later asking if we would be down for a party at their place by an extremely excited Allison.
Kristen was going to meet me at the ranch, and we were going to drive over together but wanted to spend a little bit of time getting fancy for the occasion. That meant I was at home, putzing around trying to figure out something to do with my nervous energy while I avoided getting dressed. I was, thus far, rather unsuccessful.
The shirt, pants, and undershirt were sitting on the bed in a nice little stack, the dress socks rolled up on top of them and my shoes at the foot of the bed underneath. I still had a good hour before Kristen was going to get there, and I was waffling on getting dressed now or waiting a little bit longer so I didn’t get too wrinkled before the party.
Thus, I was standing in my bedroom, wearing a cotton T-shirt and boxers and nothing else, mindlessly flipping through the streaming service attached to the television for something to put on while I waited. Nothing sounded interesting, or if it did sound interesting, it was too long. I hated starting a movie and having to stop for hours or days before finishing it. It completely took me out of it. I often just simply didn’t watch the end of it, ending up reading spoilers online instead.
There was an interesting-looking documentary on the First World War, a subject I enjoyed reading about, but it was three hours long. I’d save that for one of those rainy days when I was off, the ranch work was done, and Kristen would be stuck on campus. Another documentary series, this one on how various everyday items were made, was available, and I casually flipped through the episodes until I found one that was about swords and was forty-six minutes long.
As it began playing, I fiddled around the room, picking up after a couple of days of letting things go to entropy and eyeballing the clothes and the clock. When the show was nearing its end, I slipped on the socks and got myself a last glass of something to drink before I got any of the other clothes on me.
Once dressed, I waited until the show ended, shut the TV off, and went to stand by the door, looking out of the window off to the side.
Finally, Kristen’s car pulled up, and I opened the door to step out, keys in one hand, wallet and phone in opposite pockets. She smiled as she saw me, and I felt my heart thump in my chest again. Something about that smile could make any day better.
“Hey, you,” I said as she shut her car door and made her way toward me. Her arms were open for a hug, and I looked at her with one eyebrow cocked. “Are you sure you don’t mind screwing up your makeup?”
“Come here,” she said, pulling me in for a deep kiss. When we parted, she smiled. “Smear-free,” she said. “Lasts for days if I don’t wash it off.”
“Oh,” I said. “Well, lucky you.”
“Let’s go,” she said. “We’re going to be late.”
“No, we won’t,” I laughed. “Graham will be late. Graham is always late. It’s his calling card.”
“Well, then as long as we beat him there, we’re good,” she said, walking to my passenger door. I opened it, and she leaned in for a kiss. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I said, relishing in being able to say that now. It felt good to have that connection, to have that expression between us.
I climbed into the driver’s seat and revved the engine before pulling out and heading over to the bed and breakfast.
As we drove, I asked her about her day, and she chatted for a while about one of her classes and how she’d had to record everything twice. Apparently, the school provided a fancy camera to shoot everything in rather than just taking cell video because of how they wanted to present it on their website, but it required having a kid from the AV department there to set it up, and he had forgotten to take the cap off before the class began.
“So, you taught the whole class again?” I asked.
“Well, I dismissed the students first,” she laughed. “It was an empty room aside from the AV guy, who stayed just so I had someone to focus attention on. He felt so bad about leaving the cap on.”
“I bet,” I said. “At least it meant you got through the class with no dumb questions.”
