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No, Blair just stands there and lets me hold her. Let’s me stare into her eyes as I try to quietly convey how much it means to me, what she just said.
That she fucking believes in me when, most of the time, I don’t even believe in myself.
“I don’t know,” I admit. “We’ll see.”
“So cryptic,” she murmurs.
“I have to be.” I tug on her wrist, pulling her even closer, her body gently colliding with mine. “I don’t believe in myself as much as you seem to believe in me.”
FIFTEEN
BLAIR
I stareat Cam in disbelief. Is he for real right now? He always acts like he’s got everything under control. Like nothing bothers him. He’s calm on the field, off the field, everywhere he’s at. To hear him say he doesn’t always believe in himself is…
Shocking.
What else is shocking is him voluntarily touching me at a frat party. In public. Surrounded by all kinds of people. His fingers are still wrapped around my wrist, his other arm somehow slipping around my waist, and I go completely still when I see the heated look in his eyes.
Like he…wants me.
“This dress is criminal,” he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over me, leaving me shaky. His fingers slip just beneath the fabric of my dress’ open back, pressing into my skin. “I should’ve never let you leave the house wearing it.”
I glance down at myself, noting the way my cleavage is most definitely exposed, before I return my gaze to Cam’s. “What’s wrong with it?”
“It shows too much skin.” His fingers dip lower, and I suck in a sharp breath. “We should get out of here.”
“We barely just got here.”
“No one will notice we’re gone.”
“They’ll miss you. Ace was so glad you came.”
“Yeah. About Ace.” Cam releases his hold on me, dipping his head so he can murmur in my ear, “Did he ask you if we were together?”
I nod, keeping my head bent, staying as close to him as possible. I am enjoying this way too much. “He saw you touch my leg last night at Logan’s.”
“Yeah. He told me the same thing.” Cam lifts away from me, his expression unreadable. “Let’s go.”
“Yo, Fields! What the fuck are you doing with your hands on Maguire’s sister?”
We both whirl around to find Derek striding into the kitchen, a girl under each of his arms, a giant shit-eating grin on his face. Cam springs away from me like I’m diseased, and I run a shaky hand through my hair, flipping it over my shoulder.
“Wasn’t touching her.” Cam looks at me. “Was I touching you?”
I turn to face Derek and declare, “He had his hands all over me.”
Derek laughs, dropping his arms from the girls’ shoulders. “That’s what I thought. I like this girl, Camden. She’s feisty.”
Guys who call women feisty should be socked in the gut, I swear. “Derek, I would never let you touch me. Knox has told me too many things about you.”
Derek actually appears offended and the girls who still stand on either side of him start giggling. “What sort of things?”
“That you’re a manwhore for one.” Like how Joanna’s roommate Natalie ended up leaving the bar with Derek last night and now here he is at a frat party with not just one but two women hanging off of him.
Derek flicks his chin at me. “Nothing wrong with that. Your brother’s one too.”
I make a face. “No need to give me details.”
