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Not even having the decency to tell me he was no longer interested—
My brain silenced the second I heard the knock at my door.
A knock that I hadn’t expected.
I hadn’t ordered food. Hannah had moved in with Declan a few months ago at the renewal of our lease and never popped in, unannounced.
Could it be Camden?
I set down my wine and stood from the couch, taking a quick glance down my body to make sure I had something appropriate on. A sports bra. Yoga pants. My bright red toenails gleaming from the chandelier Hannah had installed during one of her sleepless nights.
I was about to dart into my bedroom to grab a sweatshirt when I heard another knock.
Impatient and demanding.
It had to be him.
I rushed over to the door and quickly checked the peephole, unable to hide the smile on my face when my guess was confirmed.
Hello, beautiful man.
He couldn’t reply to a text, but he could find his way to my apartment, and the small circle I was looking through showed me he was still dressed for work.
Why is it so difficult to breathe?
I slowly opened the door and was completely unprepared for the sexiness on the other side. The peephole had acted as a filter; it certainly hadn’t shown me the depth of this hot, sizzling Dalton steam.
Camden was in a navy suit and white shirt, his gold tie loose at his throat. He was holding the doorframe with both hands, putting his weight into his arms, leaning as close to me as he could get. But his head was down, like he was deep in thought. His face was hidden, his messy, short, dark, gelled hair the only thing that was pointed at me.
“Camden …”
His head gradually lifted, and his ocean-blue eyes connected with mine.
His perfect, soft, thick lips parted.
His small, sloped nose and angular cheeks and square jaw and heavy scruff were now all facing me.
Oh God.
A wave of tingles blasted through my entire body.
In a way that I hadn’t expected.
In a way that made it even harder for me to breathe.
His gaze stayed on my face for several seconds and then began to travel down my body at a speed that was achingly slow. He stalled at my chest and stomach before going all the way to my feet.
Silence continued to tick between us.
But in that moment—the period where I felt like I was naked and on full display, his watchful eyes taking in every inch of my body—I wrapped my arms around my navel and said, “Hi.” I paused, waiting, receiving nothing but a heavier gaze. “You never replied, so I didn’t think you were going to show up.”
“Surprise.” He licked across both lips. “Unless you don’t like surprises?”
My foot was holding the door, and I dropped an arm from my waist to open the door a bit wider. “This was a good one.” My smile hadn’t faded at all. “Do you want to come in?”
“I want to know something first.” His head still low, he looked at me through his lashes, an expression on his face, like he hadn’t eaten in days.
“Sure.” My throat was heavy and tight. “Anything.”
