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“That’s Sam, Dillon, and on the end is Lewis,” Cameron says, pointing to each of his friends.
I smile at them, then I glance at Sash, who is gazing at all three of them, a dreamy smile on her face. I giggle, because it’s a wonder she hasn’t thrown herself onto the table to dance for them.
“We’re just waiting on Jacob,” Cam says. “He shouldn’t be too much—”
The doorbell cuts him off.
“There we are,” Cameron nods, standing up.
He disappears out of the room to let his friend in. I smile brightly at his friends, and Sasha.
“Anyone for a drink?” I ask.
“I’ll help you,” Sash offers, nearly falling over her chair to follow me into the kitchen.
I laugh as she collapses over the counter and sighs.
“I don’t even know which one to go for,” she says, in a defeated voice. “Can I be honest and admit I think Cam is the sexiest?”
“Really?” I say, surprised. I sneak a look through the crack in the door at the group. Cameron isn’t back yet, but I’ve got a good view of his friends and they’re all pretty darn nice to look at. “What about Lewis?”
“Oh, he’s hot. They’re all hot, but Cameron is just…” She sighs. “No words.”
“I think the same thing every day,” I laugh. “But not in the same way you are.”
“You really don’t like him, do you?” she asks. She shakes her head, like she can’t comprehend the idea of anyone not liking him.
“It’s not that I don’t like him, it’s more that he likes himself too much,” I try to explain. “He’s such a tool. He’s arrogant. Cocky…I could go on for hours, pointing out all the things about him that irritate me,” I add.
“Don’t let me stop you.”
I gasp as Cameron strolls into the kitchen. He winks at me, then grabs two beers out of the fridge. I glare at Sasha, who is shamelessly laughing at the fact he just heard me say that.
“I’ll be out there, studying myself in the mirror,” he says on his way back out. “You know, because I love myself so much.”
Sasha’s eyes widen as they meet mine.
“Don't even say it,” I groan.
I grab the drinks and stalk back out, but I stop in my tracks when I see the latest addition at the table. He looks up and laughs when he sees me. Cameron looks back-and-forth between his friend and me, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. Sasha nearly walks into me from behind.
“What’s wrong—oh god,” she says, giggling when she spots Cameron’s friend. “This just keeps getting better.”
“I'm missing something, aren’t I?” Cam asks, still looking from his friend, back to me. “Who wants to fill me in?”
His friend smirks at me and raises his eyebrows.
“Go ahead,” I say with a laugh. “You might as well tell him.”
“Remember I told you about the chick that I thought was going to get herself off, right there in front of me, but then she started dancing, Gangnam style?” Cam’s friend asks.
Cameron chuckles. “Yeah, why—”
He stops and turns to me, his eyebrow raised, an amused look in his eyes.
“That was you,” he realizes.
I shrug. “Yep.”
“Wow. I’m kind of impressed and oddly turned on right now,” he jokes. “Gangnam Style?” he adds with a laugh. “I’ve got to give it to you, Jacob here is pretty hard to fool. He also considers himself a bit of a ladies’ man,” Cam adds, which earns him a whack across the arm from Jacob.
““Gangnam style is just the beginning,” I say, winking at him. “You should see me when I'm in the mood Phil Collins.”
Sasha and I both sit down. In my attempt not to sit next to Cameron, I find myself directly opposite him, which is almost worse. I focus on my cards, determined to show him how you really play poker, but my excitement for the game quickly fades, because I’m having shit luck today. Every fucking hand I’m given is useless. Cameron winks at me as he deals. I narrow my eyes at him. If these aren’t good…
I sigh and immediately toss them into the center of the table.
Total shit.
“Bad night?” Cam chuckles.
“No, I’m just saving myself for later,” I reply. “Getting all the shit hands out of the way now.”
“Really?” his eyes twinkle. “I’m glad I’ll be around to see that, but I was referring to the game.”
“Trust me, there are no bad hands when I’m playing with myself,” I reply sweetly.
Everyone laughs, but Cameron doesn’t take his eyes off mine.
“What about when other people are playing with you?” he asks.
I hide a smile, ignoring his question when my phone beeps, with another text from James. I’m glad for the distraction away from Cameron, because I feel like one of us is five seconds away from doing something stupid and I’m not convinced it won’t be me.
