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“No. Do you like living here?” she asked me. “It seems an interesting place to grow up. I live in a generic suburb.”
“It’s all I’ve ever known. It was pretty cool. I love the water. Unlike your sister.”
“I played soccer for one year,” Sophie said. “It was my mother’s attempt to create conformity in me. If I wasn’t going to be beautiful like Bella, she wanted me to have teammates.” Sophie smiled at me. “I was too obsessed with math to be a soccer star. I was always calculating the angle of the ball when it went into the goal, or trying to make patterns in the grass with the special shoes. In the end, I embarrassed her worse with my behavior than by not being beautiful.”
“Does that bother you? Because your mom kind of sounds like a bitch.” Why wouldn’t she be proud of having a brilliant daughter? I sure would.
“I think it does. I never wanted it to. I feel like it shouldn’t because I’m intelligent enough to recognize the why of her actions. But it does bother me. Little kids want to be accepted. Ultimately, it doesn’t matter though. I like myself.”
“You should,” I said gruffly, touched by her confession. Hey, my mother loved me when maybe she shouldn’t have and I shouldn’t take that for granted. I was lucky to have her. “And I like you too.”
Her head snapped up. “I wasn’t fishing for a compliment.”
“I know. But you should learn how to take one. I have a feeling that you only know how to accept compliments on your brain, not your person or your character.”
Sophie chewed her bottom lip. “That is probably true. Maybe that’s because I believe in my intelligence. I know I’m smart.”
I shifted a little, turning to lean on my right side so I could see her better. I wanted to ask her if she was going to seek out a boyfriend when she got back to Boston. If she’d be posting her picture on some dating app, where guys would read her comments and totally not understand her. Not get her brilliance, her uniqueness. But I didn’t. Because that would make me seem like a total pussy.
Maybe I was still drunk. Because what I actually said was, “You are the smartest girl I’ve ever met. But you’re also the sweetest and the sexiest. And when you go back to Boston, I’m going to miss you.”
A flash of vulnerability came across her face. And deep pleasure. “Really?”
At the end of the day Sophie was like any other woman. She needed to hear that she was hot. Which she was. It was hard not to touch her. It seemed like once I started, I couldn’t stop. “Really. My cousin was right. You’re special. And I’m hoping that the next time you’re in town, I can see you again. And if you don’t want to, I’m going to kiss you until you change your mind and agree.”
“Sexual blackmail?”
I nodded. “Absolutely. Shit, it’s the only weapon in my arsenal right now. Unless you like fresh-catch lobster.”
Sophie laughed. “Well, I do like shellfish but I think I prefer an orgasm. But I probably won’t be back here until Thanksgiving. My dad likes to have it here.”
“Works for me.” I would be in the same damn place anyway. Working. Drinking. Fucking. Though the last held a lot less appeal now.
Because, as stupid as it was, I liked Sophie. She was wrenching emotion from me without meaning to. She was making me care about something when I hadn’t cared about anything in a long time.
Holding Camp had made me feel raw, like a knife had been plunged into my heart. Being with Sophie plugged all those holes inside me. “Unless you want it to be something more.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
But she knew what I meant. I could see it. Her breathing had changed, her eyes had widened. She was leaning toward me, and she looked like one little word, one simple touch, and she would melt into me like chocolate. I felt heady and powerful and greedy. I wanted Sophie. I wanted to keep her, even if for a little bit. In a little way.
“I mean, let’s sneak around and see each other more while you’re still here. Your mom doesn’t have to know. I’m a good dirty secret.” That was the damn truth. “And when you get back to Boston we can talk. Sext each other.”
“Cambridge. I live in Cambridge.” Her shoulders dropped a little.
“Wherever. Cambridge. We can sext each other.”
She smiled. “You want to sext with me? Do you know how inadequate at sexting I would be? Dirty talk makes me giggle.”
“You’re a liar. That mouth of yours looks amazing wrapped around my cock, you know that?”
“I do like to suck you,” she said, very earnest. “Maybe I could again?”
“Boom.” I gestured to my cock, which had hardened. “See how great you are at that? Dirty talk is your bitch.”
Sophie laughed. “Cain?”
Her voice was soft and sweet and it grabbed me by the balls. “Yeah?”
“I’m going to miss you too.”
