I’m terrified.
What did we do? Why did he do it? He did it, right? He made the first move . . . or did I dream that? I can’t even remember. “Bo, what’s wrong?” I didn’t hear him come back into the room. “What’s the matter?”
I laugh, sharp and bitter.
“What’s wrong, Cam?” I’m hysterical. What have I done?
Instead of answering me he gets into bed and reaches a hand toward me. “Get in the bed, Bo.” I give in, slipping in beside him and leaving about a foot of space between us. My eyes burn, but somehow he gets me to settle against him, gathering my body to his to spoon me. He pulls the blankets up around us, not saying a word.
His chin rests on my head.
What’s happening?!
Never . . . Cam hasnevertalked about being into guys. He’s only dated women. He would have told me, right? He tells me everything. He hasn’t even mentioned it in curiosity.
My brain’s exhausted.
Cam squeezes me gently and it’s like I can feel the war within him too, but he’s trying not to freak out for me. I know him, though, his hug is not as relaxed. His voice isn’t as calm as he wants to make it sound.
He’s freaking out.
I’m freaking out.
Did we just ruin everything?”
Chapter 6
Bo
“Cam!Cam,stopit!”How the hell does he do this?! Instead of playing fair, he sits his full weight on top of me, crushing me into the couch. “Camden Elizabeth Almeida!”
“That’s not my middle name, Bo.” Golden eyes laser focused on the TV screen, he bounces a little, crushing me even more. He weighs a ton! “What’s wrong, Bobo?”
“You’re cheating!” I try to shove him off but pure muscle and strength keeps him solidly on top of me. I know his weak spots, though, and I am evil.
Especially whenMario Kartis involved.
With a death grip on the controller in one hand, I slip my other up his tank top, touching his ribs. He flinches violently away from me. “Don’t you dare!” Oh, I fucking dare, you giant ass! I reach further up near his armpit and tickle him. “Mean!” Squirming out of my touch he presses back harder, squashingme deeper into the couch. “Mean. No tickling!” Ignoring his desperate plea, I tickle harder. “Wait. Wait!”
Finally he squirms enough that I can shove my way out from under him, and I move to the other side of the couch just in time to miss a banana. I run in front of the TV, standing on my wooden coffee table right in front of him.
“Cheater!” he shouts.
Honestly, it’s the only way I’m going to win. We both know this. You have to do what you have to do. Cam hooks me around the waist, picking me up effortlessly with one arm, and I kick and thrash but he’s too strong . . . and I’m small.
Cam, my gentle giant bestie, does not fuck around withMario Kart.
Amid all the chaos and my poor attempts to distract him I’ve only gained a little ground, but I’ll settle for Cam not getting first place at this point. With him distracted by me being tucked in his arm, I find what I need, pulling out the item on the dirt road.
“Don’t you dare.” He drops me backward onto the couch, and I swerve on screen from the impact before I can right myself. It takes a moment to find myself among the other racers, and then I throw a green shell. “You monster!”
Standing on my couch, I leap onto his back, trying to distract him. I’m not letting him win today! I jump, latching myself onto his back. My arms loop around his neck as I continue playing with my controller. “You’re losing!” Undeterred, he drops back down onto the couch, smooshing me between the cushions and his back. Between his scent and crushing weight pinning me, now I’m distracted.
I reach under his shirt to pinch his nipple. “Hey!” He slaps my hand. “Just accept your fate, Bo!” He stands.
I will not give him the satisfaction of an easy fight. I make one last attempt with a blue shell.
“Don’t you dare.”
