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“I do?” He rests a hand against his chest, like he’s shocked. “More like you flirt with me.”
“We flirt with each other,” I amend. “Though it’s been…worse lately.”
“What do you mean?”
Oh, he sounds so curious. This is perfect. “Ever since the—hair pulling conversation, I can’t stop thinking about you...pulling my hair.”
“Huh.” His pupils get bigger, swear to God. “When you imagine it, what are we doing when I’m pulling your hair?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” My smile is hopefully mysterious, and his lips part, like he’s ready to launch into about a thousand questions.
A waitress appears at our table, exasperated and sweaty around her hairline. “You guys want anything?”
“Just water, please,” I tell her.
“Same,” Cam adds. “And I’ll give you a tip. Don’t worry.”
She smiles in relief. “Thanks. I’ve been hustling my ass around here all night.”
The moment the waitress is gone, Cam is shifting in his chair, looming nearer. His hands stretch out toward me, getting closer and closer to mine, and I’m tempted to move them into my lap.
But I don’t.
“That was nice of you,” I say when he still hasn’t spoken. “Offering her a tip on our free order.”
“It’s the least I can do.” He shrugs.
“Why aren’t you drinking tonight?”
“Why aren’t you?”
My smile is serene. “I asked first.”
“I wanted to be sober.”
“Why?”
“Because here I am, talking to you. And I didn’t want to make an ass of myself when I apologized.”
“You didn’t make an ass of yourself,” I reassure him.
“Gee, thanks.” He smiles, and the sight of it goes right to that needy spot between my thighs, leaving me throbbing.
“You also changed the direction of our conversation.”
“What do you mean?”
“You don’t want to talk about the two of us having sex.”
He leans back in his seat, his arms sliding off the table. I regret not touching him, but I’m also enjoying the view of him sitting with his legs sprawled, his hands resting on the inside of his knees. He’s wearing black joggers and a Golden Eagles T-shirt and he’s never looked better. “Jesus, Blair.”
“What?” I put on my most innocent face. “What’s wrong?”
Cam glances around, like he suspects someone is listening in on our conversation. News flash—no one is. “You can’t just drop awe’re having sexbomb like that.”
“That’s not what I said, and why not? I think about it.” I prop my elbow on the table, resting my chin on top of my curled fist. “I think about it all the time.”
His lips part, but he doesn’t say anything.
