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Maddox almost falls back but catches himself on the kitchen bar. “What’s your problem, man?”
“Our problem is you coming in here acting like you weren’t a complete ass last night for what you did to Blaire,” says Levi.
My girl ducks her head and I clench my fists together. Being reminded of what an idiot he was last night and how he hurt her makes me want to jam my fist into his jaw.
His face goes pale as he looks between Blaire and me, then back at Levi. “Wh-what did I do?”
Nobody says a word.
“What thefuckdid I do?” he asks again, urgency in his voice.
Jules chimes in. “You were plastered, Maddox.” Her deep voice is stern. “While we were all hanging around the pool, you thought it would be funny to grab Blaire and pretend to throw her in, but you lost your balance and you both went in.”
He runs his hands down his face, seeming upset at what she’s told him so far.
“Blaire hit her head at the bottom of the pool and was bleeding pretty bad. Mateo and Levi had to go in after you. They were afraid you would drown, you were so far gone.”
Maddox’s eyes widen as he turns to Blaire. “No. Blaire, I am so sorry.” His voice cracks at the end.
She looks up at him with forgiveness in her eyes. “It’s okay, really. I know you didn’t mean it and I’m all right.”
Beside her, I’m steaming. “It’s notfuckingokay. He needs to get his shit together.”
Maddox stares at me for many seconds before saying anything. “I know, man.” He looks at Blaire. “I really am sorry. That should have never happened.” He heads upstairs, leaving me with too many questions that I don’t think I’ll get answers to.
An awkward silence comes over us. Blaire reaches over and lays her hand against my thigh, and I didn’t know until now that I was tensed up, but one touch from her relieves it.
“Well, this is awkward,” Emree chimes in, chomping down on her bacon.
Everyone laughs. Mine is a little more forced, but Emree breaking the silence helps to relax me.
20
BLAIRE
Is this what love feels like? As I lie in my bed reflecting on the events that have gone on over the last few days since I left Camden’s house, I can’t help but wonder if this feeling I have for him is love.
No, that can’t be. I cannot possibly be falling for someone in such a short amount of time. I have known this man for a few short weeks, and we have only had our first date last week. Yet I can’t help but wonder. My pulse races with the anticipation of seeing him each day, my skin tingles anytime he touches me, and my heart feels like it will burst out of my chest anytime I’m around Camden or even thinking about him, like I am now.
When I read about love in the hundreds of romance novels I own, the way I feel about Camden Collins is how the authors describe their characters’ love.
Since I left his house Sunday, Camden has texted me every morning and night, and several of the hours in-between. We see each other in class on Monday and Wednesday, where he insists on distracting me with a gentle touch here and there. On the days we do not have class together, he makes sure to catch me before his practices if I’m in the library or between classes.
If I’m not in love yet, this beautiful man is making it damn hard not to fall for him.
It’s Thursday and though I saw Camden for a quick moment before his practice, the promise he made to come by Whiskey Joe’s tonight has me more excited about work than I have ever been.
“What are you thinking about so hard over there?” Emree questions from standing in my open doorway.
I’m curled under my covers and was hoping to get a quick nap before we had to be at work. “Have you ever been in love?”
Her eyes widen and she steps forward, taking a seat on the end of my bed. “Well, I can’t say I have. In high school, I told the guy I was dating I loved him, but I now know that was nothing like what I imagine love to be like.” She pauses for a second. Her brows are drawn together as she studies my face. “Blaire…do you love Camden?”
Pulling the covers over my head, I hide. “I don’t know.” Every word comes out muffled from my heavy duvet.
She pulls them back, exposing my face. “You like him a lot, huh.” It comes out as more of a statement than a question.
I nod.
