Page 102 of What Should Have Been Ours

He sighs dramatically again, flopping onto his back, sprawled across the bed. “Fine, abandon me for work.”

I roll my eyes as I head toward the bathroom, but the second I turn around—

A sharp slap makes me yelp.

I whirl around to find Cam smirking down at me, completely unrepentant. “That’s for leaving me here to suffer all alone today.”

I shake my head, biting back a smile. “This level of energy is very alarming.”

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” he says, grinning.

I pick up a pillow and toss it at him before disappearing into the bathroom.

When I come back out, fully dressed, Cam is still lounging in bed, shirtless, looking at me like he’d much rather be the only thing on my schedule today.

I grab my bag and walk over to him, leaning down to kiss him. “I’ll be home before your parents get here. Your mom and I are cooking dinner for everyone tonight. My mom is also coming.”

He groans. “So much family time, not enough me and you time.”

I smirk but ignore him. “Oh, Kinsley and Wes are coming too.”

That makes him perk up, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ah, so I get dinner and a show with those two?”

I laugh. “Yeah, that’s been pretty entertaining lately, huh?”

Cam grins, but then his expression softens. “Drive safe, okay?”

I nod. “I will.”

He stands up, following me to the door. Before I can reach for the handle, he leans against the frame, blocking me.

And you know, even with everything his body has been through, even without his usual defined muscles, he still manages to be the hottest man I’ve ever seen.

I swallow, my eyes betraying me, flicking over his broad chest, and the sweatpants hanging just low enough on his hips.

His lips twitch. “Gabrielle.”

I blink, snapping my gaze back to his smug face.

He smirks, tilting his head. “Are you ogling me right now?”

I scoff, trying to play it off. “Absolutely not.”

“Mmm.” He smirks wider, reaching up to run a lazy hand through my hair. “I feel pretty objectified right now.”

I roll my eyes, shoving his chest lightly. “Well, I do think the whole cancer-fighting, tough-guy thing might make you a little hotter.”

Cam bursts out laughing, shaking his head. “Get out of here before I make you miss work.” Then he winks at me, and it’s so sinful and tempting.

I grin, reaching for the doorknob again. “Bye, babe.”

He grabs my wrist, stopping me one last time, and then tugs me closer for a kiss.

“Love you,” he murmurs against my lips.

My heart smiles. “Love you too.”

He finally lets me go, watching me as I walk out.