Page 118 of Love Unscripted
In who she was becoming.
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On their way back to the hotel in the chauffeur-driven car, Aaron turned to Camille.
“That was amazing.”
“What was?”
“The way you answered those questions. In particular, the one about submission. That had me floored. I didn’t realize you felt that way.”
“I didn’t always. But that Sunday afternoon when we had that conversation at your house, it set me thinking.”
“You mean when we were speaking about how Scarlette quit cheerleading because both of us couldn’t be on the same team.”
“Yeah.”
He let out a soft breath. “Didn’t realize you agreed with me.”
“Maybe not completely at first, but as I mulled over it and studied the scripture, I came to that same position.”
“Mmm,” he said, nodding, watching her more than the passing city lights. “So, what are you doing for the rest of the night?”
“Watching TV and then going to bed.”
“You’re not going to have dinner?”
“I don’t usually eat very heavy at night.”
“Unless you’re nervous, right? Alas, gone are the days when I make you nervous.”
She laughed and shook her head. “No, you make me good nervous now, not bad nervous. I get ravenous when I’m nervous in a bad way. When I’m nervous in a good way, I lose my appetite.”
He leaned down and whispered intimately, “What’s good nervous, may I ask?”
“It’s the type when the whiff of his perfume means he’s near and your heart begins to race. When the sound of his voicemakes your palms sweat. When the sight of him makes you ready to swoon.”
He didn’t say anything. He sat back, still as stone, and then his breath came out in a whoosh.
The car had stopped and the driver opened the door for them to get out.
In the hotel elevator there was enough tension to cut with a knife. They were on the same floor, a couple of rooms down from each other. Her room was first. She stopped and inserted her key card. The door made a soft whirring noise and clicked open.
She turned back to watch him. His expression was intense. His eyes hungry. She gulped.
“Are you alright?”
He cleared his throat. “I’m great. Have a good night.”
“You too. Sleep well,” she said then slipped inside.
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The next day Aaron and Camille left the hotel early to board a flight to Chicago.
In the hotel lounge area, they didn’t really interact. Out of necessity, Aaron spent most of the time on the phone with Ray and also Chris. The plan was for Ray to meet up with them for the radio interviews in Houston. After that they would travel to Phoenix and then return to L.A., where the entire crew would not only meet with a couple of DJs but also have several virtual interviews in the studio.
On the flight, this time Aaron was seated behind Camille.
