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“No, just you.” I lean in and press my mouth to his. “Thief and an Olympic.” I widen my eyes for effect.
“So talented, babe.”
I laugh and snuggle into his chest.
“Promise me the past won’t haunt us.” He cups my face, running his thumb along my lower lip.
“It won’t,” I swear. “Cameron, there are a lot of things I can’t change, but I am sorry from the bottom of my heart. Can you ever forgive me?” For me, everything is as good as dust. It’s gone, a thing of the past. For him, it’s very different. He suffered multiple traumas.
“I forgave you the minute you found out the truth; I just couldn't forget it all.” He sighs. “My therapist has really helped me work through my issues.” Cam rests his head on his hand and stares at me. “He highlighted some personal faults. I’ve made some shitty decisions, Hol, and I can’t blame others or my past, I’ve faced those too. I needed to sort my head out because I was a mess.”
“You seem lighter,” I murmur, tracing my finger over his brow.
“He thinks I need to contact my parents.”
What for? They don't deserve to know Cameron after what they have done. “Do you want to?”
“No.”
“So don't.”
“He thinks it’s the last step in recovery.”
I want to find this therapist and tell him to shut up. “What exactly is he expecting you will gain from this?” It’s a little late for their apologies. “Could you ever forgive them?”
Cam shakes his head. “Never. He thinks I need to forgive them to gain full closure, though.”
“I suppose if you faced them, you might feel different.”
“Hol, whenever I think of my father, I want to lamp him, and I honestly wish my mother would fucking vanish into thin air.” Sighing, he shoves his face in my neck and inhales. “I don’t need to forgive them. I have you and Beau and the rest I have come to terms with.”
“I will support you, no matter what.” Kissing his head, I roll back. “I'm going to get a shower, if that's okay?”
“It’s your house too, Holly.” He tuts. “And no, it's not okay.”
“What?”
“I'm coming in too.”
“Good.” I grin, getting up. The hot water feels heavenly after the hospital shower, and as soon as Cam steps in behind me, I turn and hug him tight. “We missed you,” I confess. My breasts squash against his abs, and I smirk, stupidly in awe of how fit he is. He is toned and muscular and bloody hot. I felt bereft when he moved away. I grieved him like I had done all those years ago, only this time, the experience and depth of emotion intensified those feelings, causing me to slip in on myself. Beau had been my life raft. I felt Cameron’s disappearance as keenly as I had my father’s death. Beau too had struggled. She asked me every day when he was coming back.
Grinning, he drops a peck on my nose. “To new beginnings.”
“Kiss me,” I pout, ready for his mouth to catch hold of mine.
“I love you.”
“Only me?” I giggle, pressing into him.
A large hand slides down to cup my arse cheek, his fingers millimetres from the centre of my thighs. “I love your Olympic pussy too.” He brushes his finger through my heat. “Very much, baby.”
“Cameron,” I plead, titling into his touch.
“You’re not well.” His face twists, pained.
“I'm home, aren’t I?” I rock back on his hand, and his finger accidentally slips inside. I moan, and Cam grits his teeth.
“Holly.”
