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“Here, let me just…” He reaches forward, his hands hovering around my waist. The shock on my face must stop him. “You okay if I lift you in? I promise I won’t cop a feel or anything,” he jokes with a smirk on his face.
I like that he makes light of groping me because it makes me think he wouldn’t actually do anything that would make me uncomfortable. “Yeah. That would be fine,” I tell him, slightly breathy, but I don’t think he notices.
He closes the distance and engulfs his large hands around my waist. As he lifts me into the passenger seat, he makes sure not to touch his chest against mine. I watch his forearms and the muscles beneath his tanned skin as they flex. I have never thought something like forearms could be attractive, but I have come to realize just about everything to do with Camden attracts me.
He releases me and steps back, clearing his throat. “Maybe I can get a step stool for next time,” he says.
“Already confident there is going to be a next time,” I tease him.
His eyes light up and he leans forward, coming just inside the door. “Oh, baby, I can guarantee there will be a next time,” he says. The minty scent of his breath greets my nose. Stepping back, he closes the door and heads around the front before I can respond.
12
CAMDEN
She smells like the lavender bath soap my mom used to buy for my sister and me to help us sleep at night, and it takes everything in me not to reach across the center console and nuzzle my nose in the crook of her neck and capture more of that scent.
Having Blaire in my Jeep shouldn’t excite me as much as it does, but aside from my sister, she is the only girl who has ever been in here. She looks damn sexy too. Her long legs are stretched out in front of her and her hair whips around from the rolled down window as “Heat Waves” by Glass Animals plays on the radio.
The weather is in our favor today, so I had the windows down on my way to her apartment, but I’m regretting it now because it leaves little room to talk. But seeing Blaire enjoy the fresh air is worth it.
Our date destination isn’t too far, but I take the back road to avoid any billboards that would have an advertisement for the place. I want it to be a surprise as long as possible.
After talking to my mom last night when I got home from the bar, I was able to get some womanly advice on where to take a girl for a first date. I wanted it to be something better than the generic dinner and a movie. It needed to be a date Blaire will remember and make her want to go on another one with me.
Asking my mom for dating advice was more awkward than I thought it would be, but I guess that is partly due to my lack of really dating in the past. Before, a date for me was a step toward getting a girl into bed. I wasn’t a complete asshole. I would wine and dine a girl first, but it never led to a second night out. Never did I want it to be something more.
With Blaire, I want it to lead to more dates. More conversations. More of us.
Mom said to do something during the daytime to lessen the expectation of sex at the end of the date and I almost hung up on her on the spot. Does not matter how old I am, talking about sex with my mother will never be okay. After some suggestions, we came up with the perfect day planned and my mom made me promise to bring her by the house to meet her and my sister, Trazia, if our relationship continues.
As I pull off the highway, Blaire rolls up her window. “We aren’t in the best area of town, and we are moving farther away from the city, so I can only assume there is no date and you’re taking me away to murder me and hide the body,” she says.
A deep laugh comes out of me, and I look over to see a smirk on her face. “I think you’ve been watching too many murder mysteries,” I tell her.
“More like reading murder mysteries. I don’t watch much TV,” she tells me.
I add that little fact about her for future reference. “So, you’re more of a bookworm.”
She gives me a questioning look, probably curious why I know that term used for people who read a lot.
“My sister is a hopeless romantic and reads probably just as much as she breathes.”
“You’ve talked a little about her. How old is your sister?” she questions.
“Trazia is seventeen going on thirty. I swear she is going to give me a heart attack one day. Just last week she told me about going cliff jumping with friends of hers from school. I mean, I did that shit in high school too, but it’s different when it’s my little sister, you know?”
“Yeah, I know. I mean, I don’t have any siblings, but I can image her keeping you on your toes, especially with something like cliff jumping. I can’t image doing that. It sounds terrifying.”
I smile at the thought of getting this beautiful woman in a bikini at the springs.
I look over at her. “You should try it, you know. It’s scary as hell, but a complete adrenaline rush. Plus, at the springs they have cliffs of all sizes, so we could try out the baby cliffs. I wouldn’t even call them cliffs, more like big rocks.”
Florida isn’t as exciting as someplace like Washington or Oregon would be for cliff jumping, but our springs have a few good spots for it. Apparently, Trazia’s friends found out about Devil’s Hollow Springs and decided to make a trip of it. When she posted the video of her and a guy jumping off the highest cliff, I about drove out to drill some sense into her. I also almost drove to the little prick’s house she jumped in with because the moment Trazia yelled she lost her top, he was more than comfortable swimming up to her to ‘help.’ She got a mouthful about that from me also.
“Maybe. How about we get through this first date before we plan anything else, buddy.”
The fact that she still doubts whatever this is between us won’t end after this date makes me smile.
