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I lift my head to look up at him and his eyes are closed, his arm resting behind his head. “You know?”
He peeks his eyes open. “Of course, Gray Eyes. I’ve known for a while. I’m glad you came to your senses and decided to tell me, though.”
“If you’ve known, they why haven’t you said it again?” I sit up but hold the sheet to my naked chest, needing the sense of security.
He sighs, but there is a smile on his face. “Baby, I told you we’re going slow for you. Me? I’m pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment I looked into those beautiful eyes.” He cups my cheek. “Blaire Wentworth, you are the most beautiful, smart, adorable, wildly sexy, and strongest woman I know. How could I not fall in love with you?”
A single tear falls from my eye, and he rubs it away with his thumb. “I never thought I’d find this. Someone to love,” I whisper to him, trying to hold in the sob that wants to escape.
“I can’t erase the fucked-up shit that happened to you in the past. If I could, you best believe I would. But, baby, you have this, for as long as you want it. I love you and that isn’t going to change anytime soon.”
Leaning forward, I stroke his lips with my own. “Please don’t break my heart,” I beg him. Camden Collins has the power to crush me. He has my heart, my trust, and my love, three things I have never given to another person. I learned at a young age that giving these things to people means they have enough power to destroy you.
His fingers tangle in my hair as he brings me closer and kisses me. Hard. I feel his promise in the way his lips move along mine and know he will protect me. As his tongue strokes mine, I can’t stop the tears that are falling. He kisses them away and I laugh at the gesture because it’s too sweet.
As we sit there, both naked under the covers in my bed, I jump when I hear the front door slam. A frustrated scream comes from the living room, and I get up, worried about my roommate.
Camden comes off the bed and tugs on his jeans as I pull my oversized T-shirt and sleep shorts on. After we both are clothed, we make our way out of the room.
Emree is sitting on the couch in the clothes she wore to work tonight with a tub of Neapolitan ice cream on her lap. She jams the spoon into the container, pulling out an oversized scoop that she then shoves into her mouth.
“Em…is everything okay?” I hesitatingly ask her. She said she was going to Conrad’s after work since they made up last week after yet another fight, but I’m worried something happened between work and then.
“Oh nothing, just that men suck balls,” she says, eyeing Camden, who is keeping a safe distance behind me.
I want to laugh at her statement but know now is not the time. “Care you elaborate?” I ask as I take the open seat beside her on the three-person sofa.
Instead of answering me, she turns her attention to my boyfriend. “Mr. Collins, is it fair to assume that if you are fucking a girl and invite said girl to your house party for the night, that you would not be making out with another girl in your living room when she gets there?” Emree asks sarcastically.
Camden drops his head. “Oh shit.”
She points the spoon at him. “‘Oh shit’ is right. What a lovely show I got of some ho straddling Conrad while another girl sitting beside him sucked on his neck. It really made me just so happy.”
My heart hurts for my best friend because I know how much she likes Conrad, and he seems to like her but is making poor decisions left and right.
Camden slowly comes over, almost as if he is gauging Emree’s level of men hatred right now. He sits on the love seat across from us. “Listen, what Conrad is doing is fucked-up. Like really fucked-up, and I’m sorry, Emree, I really am. He’s not known for being a committed kind of guy, and that’s not an excuse, but I know he likes you.”
She rolls her eyes.
“I’m not saying what he’s doing is right, because it is wrong on so many levels, but maybe next time when he comes groveling to you, make him tell you why he’s doing this shit.”
She groans and throws her head back on the couch. “Ugh, I just can’t say no to him. He’s going to come to my door tomorrow, looking beautiful as ever with that hair I love running my hands through and those bright blue eyes, and he says he wants me so much but makes mistakes and that he’ll be better. Why? Why do I keep forgiving him? My heart freaking hurts every time, but my lady bits want him too bad.”
Reaching over, I grab her hand, the one without the ice cream spoon. “Maybe that’s the problem, hon. Give him an ultimatum. No more free sex. He wants to be with you, then he needs to make a choice. Date and be exclusive, or you move on and find someone who wants to be with you and only you.”
Her eyes fill with tears, and she shovels more ice cream into her mouth to distract herself. “I really like him,” she says softly while looking into the tub on her lap.
“Then tell him,” Camden chimes in. “Nothing happened between Blaire and me until I admitted my feelings to her. Conrad has been more of a manwhore than me. Girls and feelings don’t mix well with him. He comes from a fucked-up family and closes himself off too much.”
“What if he decides he doesn’t want me anymore?”
“Then screw him,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful, smart, funny, have a wicked, yet weird fashion style, and are an absolute sweetheart. If he can’t grow a pair and realize that, then he isn’t the one for you. There are tons of hot guys out there who would love nothing more than to date you.”
“You noticing some hot guys, Gray Eyes?” Camden asks me, his eyebrow raised in question.
“Oh hush, I mean for her. But you have to admit, this campus has some good-looking people on it.”
“You both are right.” Emree sighs. She places the tub of ice cream on the coffee table and rubs her hands together, warming them up. “I’m looking for a relationship, not someone who wants to sleep with me and every other girl available. You know, he’s never even taken me on a date.”
