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Christ.
As I take another drag, I hear her footsteps behind me. I glance over my shoulder and see she’s wearing shorts and my dress shirt. She tied the fabric by her stomach and left it unbuttoned.
Fuck, I’ve never seen anything sexier than her.
Cami sits down beside me and stares at the trees around the cabin. “It’s so quiet here.”
I take a last drag and kill the cigarette. “I like the quiet.”
“It fits you.”
Silence falls between us. I take hold of her hand and bring it to my mouth, pressing her fingers to my lips. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.
“Are you okay?” she whispers as she leans against my shoulder.
Opening my eyes, I turn my head and look at her. “I should ask you that question?”
“I’m fine.” She weaves her fingers through mine. “I’m just worried you regret it.”
I shake my head. “I have zero regrets.”
Her mouth curves up. “Is it okay if we have sandwiches for lunch?”
I nod, and rising to my feet, I pull her up and follow her into the cabin.
I lean against a counter and watch as she makes grilled-cheese sandwiches, thinking I’m getting used to this – us living together.
The last time I lived with someone was with my mother, fourteen years ago.
While the sandwiches are in the oven, Cami lifts herself to sit on the counter across from me. Her eyes drift over my face before lowering to my bare chest. A frown line appears between her eyes as she spots the scar above my left hip.
“Did you get shot?”
My heart stutters in my chest, and I pray to all that’s holy this conversation doesn’t lead to the time she got shot. I don’t think I’ll be able to lie to her.
I give her a silent answer by nodding.
The corner of her mouth lifts. “I’m glad you survived.”
I’m glad you survived too.
She hops from the counter and checks on the sandwiches. Happy with them, she switches off the oven and takes them out.
“Lunch is ready.”
Not bothering with plates, we stand in the kitchen and eat.
Between bites, Cami asks, “Are you always this quiet after sex?”
I grab a bottle of water and take a sip before I answer, “I’m quiet in general.”
She nods. “Right.” She takes her last bite, then admits, “I’m not good with the after-sex thing. Usually, the guy leaves right after.”
My eyebrow lifts. “How many have you slept with?”
I know everyone has a past, but picturing Cami with another man makes me feel murderous.
Her eyes widen. “Shit, that sounded bad. There haven’t been many.” She holds up four fingers.
