“Yeah.” He smiles and then leans in for a quick kiss before getting to his feet and walking his naked ass into my bathroom.
Feeling relieved, I return to the call. “He said he can come.”
“Great. You pick a place and then just text me the address.”
I flop back onto my bed. “Okay. I'm excited to see you.”
“Yep,” he replies. “I'll see you later, okay.”
Cam walks back into the room a moment later and starts getting dressed. I guess the mood has passed, and I do have things to get done now before I leave for work.
“I'm sorry we didn't get to finish.”
He shrugs, leaning down on the bed and crouching beside me to whisper in my ear. “You can make it up to me later by riding my face.” My nipples immediately harden into peaks at the visual, and Cam notices it now that the blanket is no longer covering my top half. A regretful groan rumbles out of him as he moves down to nibble on one before pushing away and sitting on the edge of the bed. “Stop tempting me. I need to get to work.”
I pull the blanket over my chest so he stops looking at them and making me want him in return. “Work?” I question. “I thought you were off today?”
“Technically, yes,” he says, pulling a sock on. “But I've got nothing better to do, and I know there will be guys at the site I've been working on.”
“I'm so happy that's working out for you,” I tell him, stroking a hand up his back. He tosses a smile over his shoulder, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. I'm not sure what to make of it. It could be that he's anxious about tonight now. I know I'd be a nervous mess if I were ever to meet his family. I decide to leave it for now and return his smile. “So, do you want to meet at the restaurant or drive together?”
“I'll pick you up,” he says, getting to his feet. Then, with one more lingering gaze, he says, “I'll see you tonight.” And then he walks out.
Finally, after another minute, I drag myself out of bed and get started on a list of things I need to do to prepare for Graham coming to stay.
CHAPTER 28
CAMPBELL
My leg taps restlessly under the table while Jasmine and I wait for her brother to turn up. The conversations from tables surrounding us float in the air, only interrupted by clatters of cutlery scraping on plates throughout the restaurant.
Why the fuck did I agree to this? I've never met a girlfriend's family before.
I've never had a girlfriend, period.
No doubt he'll have no trouble seeing what Jasmine has failed to notice so far, and he'll know that I'm some sort of fuck-up. Then he'll do whatever he can to convince her to ditch my ass, which I guess is better than me fucking it up on my own somehow and hurting her.
But I'm not ready to let her go yet.
Add to these anxious feelings the fact that I've had a shitty couple of weeks working for my cousin. I don't mind the physical work or even starting at the bottom, but the asshole supervisor I work under hates my guts and likes to give me work that's even lower than the bottom-of-the-barrel stuff while treating me like shit. I've picked up on everything pretty quickly, and I would be quite useful to him. But instead, he'll get have me do bullshit like getting me to pick up his drill or screws that are literally right next to his foot and then make me put it in his hands.
I've shut my mouth and put up with it, though, because I haven't wanted to let Ryat down, and Jasmine seems to like the fact that I'm working. I mean, telling your brother that your boyfriend works in construction sounds a whole lot better than saying he does nothing all day and then goes to race illegally at night.
Restless energy races through my veins, and I feel like I need to get up and do something about it before I do something stupid.
Squeezing Jasmine's leg under the table, I push my chair back and get to my feet. “I'll be right back. I'm just going to the restroom.”
The bright smile on her face as she looks up at me has me wanting to pull her close and hold her tight. “Okay,” she replies. She's so fucking excited. I really need to chill so I don't ruin it for her.
Stepping out of the stall, I stare at myself in the mirror for a moment, then lift up the section of hair that covers the scar. It's a dark pink reminder of poor choices I've made in the past.
Although, that particular poor choice also happened to lead me to Jasmine.
One race is all that's tying me to that world, but truth be told, I haven't decided if I'll be done with it afterward.
Pulling my flask out from a hidden pocket in my jacket, I unscrew the lid and swallow down a few mouthfuls of the harsh liquid, letting out a hiss as the burn makes its way down my throat. After another mouthful, I can feel the edge being taken off as if it's already taking effect.
It's all in my head, of course. I know that it's not physically having an effect on me yet. But the knowledge of what's to come almost has the same result.
