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Cam chuckles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder before sitting up. “I’ll call in some food.”

I stretch, sitting up with him. “I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

His gaze darkens. “Want some company?”

I smirk, standing up slowly. “Are you gonna be able to focus long enough to order if I say yes?”

He reaches for his phone, already dialing. “Give me two minutes. Maybe three.”

I shake my head, laughing as I walk toward the bathroom.

As I close the door behind me, I hear him rush through his order on the phone, trying to speed it up as fast as possible.

I roll my eyes, biting back a grin.

Cameron Hayes is everything I’ve dreamed of. Even after all of this time apart, he still lives up to every expectation I had in my head.

26

Cameron

I’ve been doing this job long enough to know when a shift is going to be hell. Today is one of those days.

Wes and I have been running around since 6 AM, doing all the grunt work that comes with being residents—checking on patients, handling orders, updating charts, and somehow still being the guys that attendings call when they need someone to grab them something they could easily get themselves. It’s exhausting, and if I didn’t love what I do, I’d have walked right out of here hours ago.

But if there’s one thing that makes the day bearable—actually, every day at this point—it’s hearing from Gabrielle.

And as if on cue, my phone vibrates in my pocket.

My Future Wife: I hope you’re not letting Wes do all the work today.

I smirk, firing back a response while waiting for an attending to sign off on an order.

Cam: Wes doesn’t do any work. He’s just here for comedic relief.

My Future Wife: Sounds about right.

Another buzz.

My Future wife: Miss me yet?

I run my tongue over my teeth, grinning.

Cam: Not sure I should answer that honestly while I’m at work.

Her response is instant.

My Future Wife: So that’s a yes…

I smile, shoving my phone back into my pocket, and walk to the lounge before I get too distracted. Because the truth is…I miss her every second I’m not with her. I don’t know if it’s healthy to need someone like this, to want them this much.

Even after all the years that have passed, it feels insane to still feel this way. Having her like this, knowing she’s mine again, knowing I can call her whenever I want, and that she’s always going to answer, it’s an untouchable feeling.

She’s my best friend. Always has been.

Sorry Wes.

But this is deeper than any physical attraction. I’ve never stopped loving her. I think even she knows that. I hope that she knows that, even though neither of us has said those words again yet. Saying those three words out loud? That’s a whole different level of vulnerability. It’s admitting out loud that there’s no backing out.