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He’s more than proven that.
Though, what was with him asking me what perfume I wear? So he can get it for hismom? Give me a break. I don’t believe that at all. But why does he care? Supposedly, we’re just friends, if I can even call us that. Meaning it shouldn’t matter what scent I wear. I don’t affect him.
Cam still hasn’t moved. He hasn’t said a single word, so feeling brave, I reach out, resting my hand against the center of his chest. His heart thunders beneath my palm, his eyelids wavering when I touch him, and I realize something.
Idoaffect him. Just by his minimal reaction, I can tell.
Heady power courses through my veins, and I press my hand against his chest more firmly, absorbing his heat. His strength. He doesn’t move. Doesn’t so much as twitch. It’s only when I clutch the fabric of his T-shirt in my fingers that he finally pushes away from me.
“We can’t keep doing this,” he says.
“Doing what?” Oh, don’t I sound innocent and sweet?
“Blair.” His voice is firm and full of annoyance, and he rests his hands on his hips, looking far more handsome than he has any right to be. “No more games.”
“I’m not playing any games, Camden. I was here to make my brother and his roommate a homemade meal. No other motives behind it.”
Okay, fine. That’s a lie, but whatever.
I exit the kitchen, satisfaction curling through me when he follows after me. Right now, he’s behaving like a silly boy, and even though he’s a year older than me and probably has far more experience with women and relationships, or whatever he wants to call them, I feel like I’m more mature than he is.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Home,” I toss over my shoulder, as I grab my backpack from where I left it by the front door. “I have homework to do.”
I open the door and exit the apartment, Cam still hot on my heels. “How are you getting home?”
“Walking.” I turn to face him, both thrilled and annoyed that he followed me outside. I walked over to their place, even with the groceries. I didn’t have that much stuff with me.
“You’re walking? At this time of night?”
“It’s still light out.” I wave a hand at the pinkening sky. It won’t be light for much longer, but I don’t live that far.
“It’s not safe.” He crosses his arms in front of his chest, looking like a grumpy badass. “I’ll drive you home.”
“Absolutely not.” I grip the strap of my backpack and start walking down the sidewalk, heading toward the street.
“Blair!” he calls after me, and I can’t help the satisfied smile that curls my lips. “Let me drive you home.”
“Only if you tell Knox,” I throw back at him, testing him. If he can’t even mention to my brother that he’s driving me home, then he’s a giant pussy.
He says nothing and I turn around to face him, watching as he taps away at his phone, then holds it up for me to see.
It’s a text thread between him and my brother, with his latest text saying:
Left to drive your sister home. Be back in a bit.
Giddiness rises up inside me, but I mentally try to tamp it down. “Fine. You can take me home.”
He smiles, and it’s like a shock to my system, pleasure rippling through me at the sight of it. He is too sexy for his own damn good, and I both hate and enjoy seeing how pleased he is at my giving in.
Like he wanted to drive me home just as badly as I wanted him to take me.
What the hell are we doing?
I follow him to his Dodge Challenger, rolling my eyes once we’re settled in our seats and he’s revving the engine. God, he’s such a show-off.
“I can’t believe you walked over here,” he mutters, as he’s backing out of the parking spot, his arm stretched out, his hand resting on my headrest, long fingers briefly tangling in my hair.
