His lips trail down my neck, sending shivers all over.
"I love looking at you," he breathes, brushing the hair off my shoulders. "Will you let me look at you?"
My heart hammers, a wild thing seeking his. "Yes."
So he does. And I feel it. For a long...
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C A M I L A
He's here and it reminds me of something.
It's dark, you're tired, and you pull into the driveway and shift into park. You're about to flip off the engine but a song comes on. It's so good that you let the car run until the song, inevitably, ends.
I was aching to leave this party. But now I'm listening.
He points his beer across the room. "Looks like your matchmaking is going well."
Maddie and Fox, a dim haze across the other bodies, are now deep in conversation.
"Holy Hell," I breathe.
"Give Fox some credit," Noah says.
Sure. It's just paranormal to see them interact so seamlessly after stressing for an entire week.
Leaning into the wall, I try to muster some semblance of relaxation. Noah mirrors my stance, facing me a little, close but not too close.
In a moment of sheer panic, I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from saying something dumb like, You smell like heaven, holy shit, emphasis on Holy because I already made a fool out of myself with the beautiful eyes thing.
Noah catches me. "You're not actually biting your tongue, are you?"
I stop immediately, my face heating up. "Fox said you weren't coming."
"Hm. I was planning to study."
"What kind of history do you study? Is it war? Liberation? Do you get to see ancient scripts? You don't have to answer any of these questions by the way. I'm just saying everything that's in my brain—"
"Cam," he interrupts, a small smile twitching as he looks at me. "This semester, it's essay classes on the Romans, and Greek Punishment."
I nod, trying to appear thoughtful and not like I'm mentally cataloging how his throat moves when he swallows. "The whole eternal punishment thing always seemed a bit harsh."
"Harsh but effective. Imagine rolling a boulder up a hill for eternity. I know I'd repent."
"You would get good at hill climbs. Your calves would be fantastic."
Noah's grin widens, and he leans a little closer. The proximity sends a jolt of electricity through me. "What about you? What's your punishment going to be, huh?"
What do I say? How do I flirt back? Do I nibble on my lip like a squirrel?
"Stuck at a party because—" I gesture frantically with my beer bottle to Maddie and Fox. "I'm Cupid."
"That's very noble of you."
"Yes I know. I'm the patron saint of awkward love. I do it for the little guy."
