“It's not–”
I cut her off by somehow managing to reach up and grab her arm and then pulling her down onto me. I hold her close, moving my cheek over her hair. It feels different, but it's probably just the alcohol swimming through my veins.
“I've missed you so much,” I mumble. It's beendays.I think.
“I've missed you, too,” she murmurs after a beat. Then her hips start slowly rocking against me, her pussy rubbing over my cock. It makes a lazy smirk pull at my lips.
Jaz. Always hungry for my cock.
I let out a sigh and pull her even tighter against me as my world continues to spin.
CHAPTER 35
JASMINE
Opening my scratchy, tired eyes, I check my phone for the thousandth time, only to be disappointed when there's still nothing from Cam.
An anxiousness has been weighing heavily on my entire body since I saw him last – before he left on his trip. It's been steadily growing ever since.
He had kept in contact with me and even called a few times, but after I missed a few calls from him three days ago when I was at work, the messages and calls stopped. Worry has been gnawing at my gut, making it hard to eat and sleep.
He was supposed to let me know once he arrived back here, but he never did, nor did he respond to any of my texts for the last few days. I went to his apartment two days ago, but he wasn't there. And if it weren't for Graham arriving here last night, I probably would have gone there again.
I know this past week would have been difficult for him, and after certain comments that he's made and the way he reacted when he lost his job and to his sister calling, I think he has a problem processing his feelings, and that worries me. I didn't want him to have to deal with it on his own, but there was not much I could have done when I had to stay here and work.
I get dressed and walk out of my room, finding Graham sitting on the couch with a coffee, looking at his phone.
Noticing me, he looks up. “You kind of look like shit.”
I scowl in his direction but don't answer as I walk to the kitchen to get my own coffee.
I know I probably look bad and don't need to be told that by someone who rolls off the couch and looks ready for the day. I haven't been sleeping well at all.
Every time I wake up, which is often, I pick up my phone and check for notifications. When I see there's nothing, I lay awake for a while, thinking up possible reasons. Then, after finally convincing myself that he's okay and that he'll contact me later, I fall asleep again, only to repeat the process a short while later.
I pour my drink and stare out the kitchen window, noticing how cloudy and rainy it is. Then, I turn back toward the living room. “Youlook like shit.”
He chuckles at my lame and delayed attempt at a come-back and makes his way over to sit on the other side of the counter. “I'm guessing you haven't heard from him yet?” At my silence, he adds, “I'm sure he just got caught up with something, maybe hanging out with his old friends.” He adds a smile at the end.
He likes Cam and is offering him the benefit of the doubt. But he has no idea about the night I had to pick him up drunk. He has no idea he lost his job. He has no idea about anything, and I feel guilty for keeping it all from him.
We stand in silence for a few minutes, drinking our coffees whileI push a breadcrumb around on the counter with my finger. Gray must have already had some toast or something and left his mess.
“What are your plans for today?” I finally ask. He only just got back here yesterday and is only here for a couple of days to look at some more apartments.
He leans his elbows on the counter. “I have three places to look at. And then I thought about going to the aquarium. Do you want to come?”
“Aquarium?” I give him a curious look. “That'swhat you plan to do?”
He pushes off the counter again and goes to rinse his mug before placing it in the dishwasher. “I think it'd be cool. Plus, it'll help keep your mind off of things.Thingsbeing Cam. Maybe he just needs a bit of space from your needy ass.”
I know he's only joking, so I don't take offense, but I still feel like he's not getting the severity of the situation. “You do know an old friend of his died, right?”
“I know. And I also know that people deal with things differently.” Then, softening his voice, he adds, “Just give him a bit of time . . . then if he continues ignoring you, I'll give him a serious talking to.”
I smile despite myself. I try to tell myself that Cam has dealt with a lot in his past, and he had to do it all by himself, so it's probably what he's used to, but there's still something niggling at the back of my mind that I can't quite figure out, something that sits just beyond my reach.
“Thanks.”
