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She’s already there and she’s staring in the direction of my street. I feel the grin spread across my face at the sight of her all wrapped up in her coat and her scarf and her gloves as she whips her head to the side to make it look like she wasn’t waiting for me at all. I spent all day yesterday cursing the fact that I never asked for her phone number. She wasn’t scheduled to work on Sunday and I was stuck in the company of brainless Brian while watching the door and hoping she’d stop by. She didn’t. I told myself that if I had a real set of balls I’d just drop by her house. But I didn’t do that so here I am on Monday morning with a gut full of anxiety while snow flurries fall on my head.
“Hey.”
Camden pulls the scarf away from her face. Her cheeks are pink with cold and she gives me a bashful smile. “Hi.”
I clear my throat. “How are you?” Hot damn, I’m a gifted conversationalist.
“I’m good.” She looks me over and becomes distressed. “Ben, it’s so cold for you to be without a jacket.”
“Nah, I’m fine,” I say but she’s already unwinding her scarf. She doesn’t pause before reaching out to loop it around my neck.
“This will help a little.” She’s intent on bundling me into her scarf and being this close to her is just too much. I drop my backpack, put my hands on her waist and pull her in. A little gasp of surprise exits her lips but then her face lights up. She slips her arms around my shoulders and lets me hold her. She’s tall enough so that I can press my forehead to hers without bending down too much.
“I know something that will help more,” I whisper.
Her lips are inches from mine. “What’s that?” she whispers back.
I kiss her. A full on tongue-heavy If I Can’t Fuck You Then I’ll Fuck Your Mouth kind of kiss. Camden melts and she kisses me back with every bit as much hunger. It’s fucking unreal how bad I want her. She could make me forget my own name. Both the real one and the pretend one. I might be willing to shave years off my life if I could have her right now.
When we both finally get to the point where we need air she breaks off and sighs into my neck. “Ben, I thought about you all day yesterday.”
“I thought about you too.” I kiss her jawline. I inhale the fruity scent of her hair. I’m about to move to her neck and suck the skin until I leave a mark when I see movement and realize we have an audience.
Mrs. Copella is gawking at us with her mouth open. No wonder. She’s here at the bus stop nearly every day and probably hasn’t seen me and Camden exchange two words with one another. Now here we are, ready to start banging on the street corner before her very eyes.
Luckily there’s no reason to explain this because the bus shows up.
“WE’RE WALKING IN A WINTER WONDERLAND!” shouts Rita the bus driver and Camden giggles as I pull her with me onto the bus after Mrs. Copella has huffed and puffed her way up the steps.
We take a seat in the back and Rita swivels around to ogle us in surprise. Then she grins, turns up the Christmas music and begins moving the bus.
I curl my arm around Camden, a move that clearly pleases her. She snuggles closer and we look outside to see the snowflakes begin to stick to the smudged window glass. It’s like a scene out of a damn Hallmark Christmas movie and, to my surprise, I’m into it.
She wants to hear about what I did yesterday and I entertain her with tales of the worthless Brian, who clogged up the soda machine with coffee grounds and took seventeen smoking breaks.
“I wished you were there,” I tell her and tug playfully on a few strands of her hair.
“You mean because I can tell the difference between coffee and soda?”
“Yup, that’s exactly what I mean.”
“Did Brian mess up my immaculate stockroom?”
I put my free hand on her knee. She’s wearing thick wool tights today and I run my palm over her thigh, pushing the hem of her skirt up just enough to get my point across. “I like to think of it as our stockroom, Camden.”
Her breath hitches and she squirms. She’s remembering the stockroom and the way she got off in my hand. I’m remembering it too. And holy fuck, I’m so hard. This Hallmark movie needs to take an X-rated turn. I wish we weren’t on our way to a long school day. I wish we were alone.
We’re almost in Black Mountain when Camden removes a notebook from her backpack and scribbles furiously.
“You taking notes?”
She wrinkles her nose and clicks her pen. “Just a reminder to follow up with my sports writer about the hockey team article. Looks like they might win the state championship.”
“With Kent and Corby King on the team they’ve got a shot.”
“I forgot that Corby used to live in Devil Valley.”
“Yeah, he did live there for a while. But I don’t see him much since he moved to Black Mountain.”
