Page 62 of Floored By Love

“You’re here, Cam, and you’re a silver medalist. That’s what matters. But seriously, I hope you learned your lesson. Now, for today…”

Cassandra actually took it easy on me today. I started with some light yoga and stretching and then did some basic run-throughs on the vault, parallel bar and high bar since those were the event finals I qualified for. It actually surprised me to have made the vault. Cam and I would be up against each other again.

Cam. He seemed to have bounced back a little from when he arrived. He was smiling, and it was the most gorgeous thing I’d seen all day. I still remembered when he pushed me against the wall that first night and the growl that came out of nowhere. I wanted that Cam back. Bossy Cam. And yeah, the best time to reminisce and get horny was definitely right before the team shower.

Coach just said he’d see us tomorrow. No big speech today. Colton and Cam were whispering on the way into the locker room, and I felt the familiar flare of jealousy rekindle inside of me.

“What are you up to tonight?” O asked me.

“I have an interview with GMA this afternoon, but probably staring at my phone or watching a movie. Why?”

“That sounds boring. You should come with us. We’re exploring again.”

Us? I really hoped that meant Cam.

“Yeah, Alex wanted to check out a museum and I don’t want to sit in the village again while all of London is waiting out there!”

I stripped out of my tank and shorts. “Sounds good,” I said. Lowering my voice, I asked, “Are Cam and Colton coming?”

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “What are you two doing tonight?” O yelled across the room, right after I slipped my jockstrap off, so I was completely naked at the exact moment they both looked over at us.

I noticed Cam’s eyes divert immediately, but Colton kept his locked in our direction. I did not imagine his gaze dropping to my junk. He looked. I tried not to react, but I felt the blood entering my dick almost immediately. Cursing my superhuman circulatory system, I turned to head to the shower, waiting for their answer.

“We’re fixin’ to go see a musical. Sorry, it was a last-minute decision. Having a big, gay night out.”

“Another one? And without me and Luke?” O pouted. I held my breath.

“Don’t pitch a hissy fit. We can go out another night. Musicals are kind of our thing. We saw Book of Mormon last year in Tampa, and then Lion King in New York the year before.”

Cam was in New York?

“Well, alright. I’ll be sure to enjoy the museum with Alex and Luke that much more without you,” O teased.

“Y’all are gonna miss us,” Colton replied, slipping into the stall next to me. Cam had followed him, and I tried not to stare at his ass as he walked by, but failed. He still hadn’t said anything, and I was wondering why.

“What museum are we going to?” I asked. If Cam wouldn’t say anything, I still could.

“The National Gallery,” Alex answered. “And it’s free!”

“Bonus!”

I smiled at O. We would still have fun, but I was still hoping to get Cam alone.

Try, try again. And again and again.

Another dressing room would’ve worked for me, though I didn’t see that happening in a museum. Or at a musical.

Once Cassandra knew Cam wasn’t going, she was fine with me heading to the museum after the interview, which went well. Robin and George were both very personable. They kept it light and happy, and thankfully, they did not ask about my parents or about the made-up tiff with Cam.

Despite the abundance of muscles flexing under our shirts and the attention they seemed to garner, Alex, O, and I weren’t approached by anyone in the museum. On the one hand, it was great to have a little freedom, but the one person I wanted to talk to was with tall, tan and Texan.

“What’s up your butt?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, O?” He just grinned back at me. “And nothing. That’s what’s up there.”

“Aw, well I-”

“Please don’t suggest that again.”