‘It’s a gift,’ I said playfully.
‘You know what I wished for?’ he asked.
‘You weren’t supposed to make a wish.’
‘Well, I did. And you know what it was?’
‘What?’ I asked.
He leaned closer, and I could almost see the red flags being waved in the air above his head, but I ignored them.
‘I wished for this.’
His hand slipped around the back of my neck and he pulled me towards him. He hesitated for a second, maybe waiting for somekind of confirmation from me. I gave it bynotsmashing him to the floor or punching him in the face, and he understood. It was all he needed to bring his lips crashing down onto mine.
I gasped, but the sound was swallowed up by his mouth. His other hand found my waist and he gripped me tightly. His fingers dug into my flesh, and I felt like I was about to totally come undone under the pressure of them kneading into me.
I clutched at his shirt, his shoulder, his arm, trying to find something to hold on to in the chaos of this kiss. His tongue tangled with mine in a way that sent thoughts ricocheting around my head. Our bodies pressed together so tightly that any space that had once existed between us had been demolished, just like this kiss was now demolishing me.
Somehow he’d managed to manoeuvre things so I was the one with my back to the wall now, and he pushed me against it. I felt a hand on my thigh, followed by a squeeze, and then a hard, firm push as he forcefully parted my legs. I moaned loudly, so loudly that it couldn’t be drowned in the kiss. My moan was even more confirmation. It said,More, more, more, fucking yes.
And then—
HE.PULLED.AWAY.
‘What the . . .’ I gasped, trying to catch my breath. ‘What are you . . .?’
Cam took two big steps backwards, and looked at me. It took me a moment to recognise that look, and when I did . . .shit!He’d done all this to get back at me for the shower incident.
‘You fucking . . .’ But I didn’t finish that sentence. I didn’t need to. There were about a million words that could be added to the end of it, all of them bad. ‘So I guess the truce is off,’ I asked, fairly rhetorically.
He shrugged. ‘You’re the one that broke it, so I guess it is.’
‘Then game on, Cam. Game on.’
He smiled at me. ‘Well, I guess it’s one-all, since that round was definitely mine.’
I narrowed my eyes and glared at him.
‘I think I’ll go take a shower now.’ He turned and started walking towards the bathroom, peeling his clothes off as he went. The asshole. He’d gotten everything off except his underwear. I watched as he replayed exactly what I’d done moments ago.
‘Oops,’ he said, kicking his underpants across the floor like I had. I rolled my eyes at him.
‘The game is so fucking on, Cam. So on!’ I turned and walked off just as the sound of the shower started.
She thought I’d kissed her just to get even. And then pulled away to win. And sure, maybe that was what it looked like.
But the truth?
No.
Because that had not been a round. Kissing her again, after all these years apart . . . that had been real.
The feel of her under my hands, the sound of her moan in my mouth, the way her body melted into mine – that wasn’t about one-upping her. That was about having her. For a moment. For real. Not in my memory. Not in the thoughts and dreams I’d had about her over the last six years.
CHAPTER 32
The night was humid, like every other night, but tonight it felt hotter, and I didn’t think it was just the weather. I tugged at the hem of my dress for the fiftieth time in a matter of minutes.
