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“What, baby girl?” He smirks. “Feeling shy? Don’t want to put on a performance they won’t forget? I know I won’t.”
She rolls her eyes, but she smiles. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
CHAPTER 34
EvanAnn
Nerves skitteralong my spine as my eyes keep being drawn to the door. Damon’s due back any minute. We’re down in the rec room waiting. His dad is driving him back, so it’s not like I can jump him the minute he comes through the door, but I kind of want to.
Even though I’m still mad as hell about him risking everything to just get even with my mom and to punish his dad. None of that was about me. It was all about his ego and his revenge.
Hawk draws me to lean against him. “If you want, track his phone. Fuck knows he tracks yours.”
“How?” I hold my phone out to Hawk.
He chuckles and opens the app. When he hands it back to me, I wait for it to update with his current location. He’s not far. Like a few blocks away. Fuck. I stand and pace.
“What do I say? What do I do?” It’s so easy to chat over text in the middle of the night, but the last time I saw him, that kiss, that hug. Both were bittersweet and felt like the end of something and the beginning at the same time.
What if it really was the end? It doesn’t make sense. We’ve talked since and everything was good. But there’s this pit in my stomach that fears the worst.
Cam grabs my hand and pulls me down to sit across his lap. “Goody, you don’t have to worry. It’s Damon. He’ll take one look at you and take you into the bathroom to bang you.”
“If he makes it that far.” Hawk chuckles. “I’m guessing he just grabs her and fucks her.”
My cheeks heat because that wouldn’t be so bad. It won’t solve anything, but it’s one of the parts of us that’s always made sense. I swallow. I didn’t change after rehearsal when we got home. I’m still in my uniform. Maybe I should have changed into something he’d like.
Not that he doesn’t like my uniform, but a short skirt and crop top would provide better access. He can’t resist a short skirt. Fuck, I’m an idiot. It doesn’t matter what I wear. We need to have a discussion. He needs to know I’m not just a pawn in his fucking game.
I need to find that anger again.
Cam kisses me, and it’s like a shock to my system. He threads his fingers into my hair and holds me while he kisses the hell out of me. The firestorm raging inside me swirls hotter. Until I forget what we were talking about and sink into the feel of his lips, the slide of his tongue, the hint of mint, and something darker that’s all Cam.
Liquid heat flows through my veins. I could drown in him.
He pulls away, and I meet his darkened eyes. “How’d I do?”
I cock my head in confusion, but he glances at Hawk with a smirk.
“About three minutes.” Hawk leans back on the sofa, still looking tired. “I mean, if you want a distraction, I can tell you about the therapy my mom and dad made me attend last night, which is why I didn’t get much sleep. At least it wasn’t sextherapy. Apparently that’s on the schedule for tonight so I don’t care what’s happening later, but I’m sleeping here. Damon can deal.”
My mouth opens and closes. Sex therapy? I really don’t know what to say to that, but it does keep my mind off other things. Things like Damon and that he’s been gone for a week. It’s like an overdose of anticipation mixed with dread because of how we left things.
Cam runs his thumb across my cheek and rests his forehead against mine. “Listen, goody. We know you and Damon need to get through what happened. If you want us to stay, we can. We’re on your side. We want to help make this better.”
I cup his jaw and just breathe him in. He’s the glue for us. The heart.
Hawk reaches out and takes my hand, weaving our fingers together. “You have us, Annie. If Damon is still being an ass, let us know, and we’ll take him out back and beat some sense into him.”
I laugh at the thought and turn and kiss Hawk. “I love you both so much.”
Voices come from upstairs. My heart clenches, and I scramble off Cam’s lap. I check my skirt, my shirt, my hair, and then there are footsteps on the stairs. Heartbreakingly familiar footsteps. My stomach ties in knots.
He stops at the bottom of the stairs when he sees me. My breath catches. His gaze roams over me, but I can’t be bothered to notice as I look him over. It’s been a week, but it feels like forever. Fuck, this is so stupid.
I couldn’t tell you who moves first. All I know is neither of us stops until he has one hand on my hip and the other in my hair, tipping my head back. And then his lips are on mine and nothing else matters.
I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me off the ground. My back hits the wall as we rediscover each other’s mouths. There’s nothing that could tear me away from him.
