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Leave it, Cam.
No good can come of letting your mind go there.
Just a few more days and then you can ignore her.
I flipped over with a grunt and slid to the far side of the bed, closing my eyes and willing sleep to come and take me a step closer to home.
CHAPTER TEN
MAEVE
The first rays of sunrise broke outside, sending a glorious pink and orange light cascading over the bedroom walls.
Morning. At last.
I’d barely slept. Every time I drifted off, I’d awake with a start, my heart leaping into my mouth before I could get my bearings. Being in Cameron’s bed was shredding my nerves. He was untrustworthy, dangerous and mean, and sleeping next to him wasn’t a peaceful affair.
Not that he did anything. As far as I knew, he slept on through the entire night, his large scarred back to me.
He was still sleeping, and I rolled on my side to face him. He must have turned toward me in the past hour. With a shred of guilt, I surveyed his face as he slept. Without his narrowed eyes and pinched mouth, he looked so much less like a threat. He almost looked sweet. His hair was mussed in a way that made me imagine tiny hairstylist fairies must visit him in the night. Mussed to perfection. Fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, only just visible close up. He must smile sometimes, then.
I sighed and let my eyes drift over his full black lashes and down to his soft, relaxed lips.
I wonder what they’d taste like?
Whoa. Where did that come from?
I rolled over and swung a leg out toward the floor before taking another glance at his face. Hell, he was kind of dreamy when he wasn’t awake to ruin it. Letting utter madness consume me momentarily, I laid back beside him. I reached out and slid a finger across his lower lip. As gently as I could, to revel in the softness of it.
His hand grabbed my wrist and forced it over my head against the pillow as Cameron pressed himself over me in a flash.
‘Ouch. Get off!’ I squealed, trying to free my hand.
His bare chest pressed against me, hot and muscled. Fuck. Holy fuck. I tried to wriggle out from beneath him, but stilled when I met his eyes. It was the closest we’d been bar the last time he’d pinned me, and we hadn’t been face to face then. His pupils were wide and bottomless but ringed with absolute fire. Though the outer edge of his irises were the colour of molten chocolate, the inner rim was alight with amber and gold. They were eyes you could write fucking poetry about, and totally wasted on Cameron Thompson.
My breathing quickened as he lowered his face to within a breath of mine, his eyes flicking to my mouth, then back to my face.
‘Don’t fucking touch me.’
He pushed off of me and grabbed a t-shirt from the wardrobe before leaving without another word.
As I took stock of myself, I cursed. What had I been thinking? This wasn’t the game. He was supposed to be the one with a quickened heartbeat and desperate to touch me. I put it down to some weird sort of Stockholm Syndrome being stuck on the island with him.
Breakfast had been an awkward, silent affair, followed by more hours of him pretending I didn’t exist. The plan was not going at all well.
I tried slipping on a tiny red bikini and placing myself right in his eyeline, but he went for a swim and didn’t look once. The shower by the pool hadn’t grabbed his attention either, as I soaped myself up while he swam.
Perhaps I’d overestimated Cameron’s interest in me.
As a last ditch effort when I saw him putting on boots and packing a backpack, I asked to join him.
‘You want to come on a hike?’ He lifted an eyebrow and actually made eye contact.
‘Yes. I’m sure there is more to this island than the beach out front.’
‘No.’
‘Please?’
