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“Like what?”
I study her face, noting the genuine curiosity there. No hostility in her gaze either, which is a positive sign. “Eating better. Getting more sleep. And like I said, working out. Increasing my stamina. I’ve been running too. Waking up earlier than usual to get a couple of miles in before class.”
“Wow. Sounds like you’re working on yourself.”
“I am. Plus I’ve been focused on my classes. Getting all that handled between games can be a lot, especially with finals coming up.” While I’ve missed her, not having her around as a complete distraction has helped.
More like I’m working on all of this for her. To be better. For myself. For her.
For us.
“School has been rough the last couple of weeks,” she agrees, her gaze staying on my face. “It sounds like you’re doing well, Cam. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks.” I duck my head, feeling…what? Shy? Bashful? That’s some bullshit. I’ve been more open with this woman than anyone else I know. She knows everything. All the bad. Hopefully all the good too. “After everything that happened that night between us, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
“Thinking about what?”
“What you said and how it made me feel.” I let myself look my fill of her, taking note of her every little feature. The shape of her eyes, the delicate brows above them. The gentle slope of her nose. The angle of her cheekbones and those pretty pink lips I still fantasize about kissing.
I’d kiss her right now if she’d let me.
“I said some—harsh things.” She winces.
“It was all the truth,” I remind her. “I deserved to hear all of it.”
“I’m glad you’re focusing on yourself.” She grips the edge of the table, like she’s going to slide out of the booth and leave, and panic claws at my throat, making me want to reach out and stop her. “Like I said earlier. I’m proud of you. I mean it.”
I don’t want her to go. I haven’t even told her I’m going to therapy yet. That I’m working on myself in all ways, not just football. That I’m doing this not just for myself.
But for her too.
“Thanks. I appreciate that.” I take a deep breath, panic filling me when she pushes her way out of the booth, just like I feared.
“I should go. It’s been nice catching up with you, Cam.” Her smile is sad, and her eyes are too.
Fuck.
“Can I ask you one more question before you go?”
She shrugs one shoulder. “Sure.”
“Is the clock still ticking? Or is my time up?”
THIRTY-FIVE
BLAIR
Oh God.How can he ask me that right now? Here in the pizza place, surrounded by all sorts of strangers?
But what better place to ask, right? I can’t go off on him, not that I want to. There’s a new sense of calmness to Cam tonight that wasn’t there before. When we were seeing each other, sneaking around, there was always this sense of underlying urgency about him. He was anxious. Hurried.
Like he knew it was all going to blow up in his face so he had to get every second with me that he could.
Now though? He seems very…centered.
I don’t know what exactly has changed about him, but from what I see, I like it.
Do I like it enough, trust it enough to give him another chance though?
