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He remained on the ground and he didn’t look like he was moving anytime soon. I should’ve taken my own car. “You said you didn’t understand,” he pointed out gamely. “So I’m explaining what a date means.”
Frustrated… and reluctantly amused, I crossed my arms. “That’s not the part I don’t understand and you know that.”
“I was just making sure we were on the same page.”
“We’re not.”
Cam lowered his arms, but there was sill a gap between his shirt and jeans. Was he wearing underwear? All I saw was a leather belt and jeans. Okay. I didn’t need to start thinking about that. “So now that we both know what a date entails, we should go out on one,” he said.
“Uh…”
Cam laughed as he sat up in one fluid moment. “That’s not really a response, Avery.”
“I…” A date? A date with Cameron Hamilton? Two things rose at once: unease and interest. I took a step back, putting distance between me and him and everything else. “Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
His brows shot up in surprise and he laughed. “A girlfriend? No.”
“Then who was that brunette stumbling out of your apartment Wednesday night?” I asked.
Cam’s grin spread into a wide smile. “Have you’ve been watching me, Avery?”
“No. No! What? I wasn’t watching you. I do have a life.”
He arched a brow. “Then how do you know about Stephanie?”
“That’s her name?”
“Well, yes, she has a name and no, she’s not my girlfriend.” He cocked his head to the side as he stared up at me. “And she wasn’t stumbling. Maybe shuffling.”
I rolled my eyes.
“So how did you see her if you weren’t watching me?” he asked as he crossed his ankles. “And I don’t mind the idea of you watching me. Remember, I like that.”
I forced myself to take a deep, slow breath before I walked up and kicked him in the leg. “I wasn’t watching you. I couldn’t sleep and I was staring out my living room window. I just happened to see you walking her out to her car.”
“Well, that makes sense. Not nearly as entertaining as you standing by your window hoping to catch a glimpse of me.”
All I could do was stare at him.
He winked, and damn, if he didn’t look good doing it. “Steph’s not my girlfriend by the way. We aren’t like that.”
Which meant they were most likely hooking up and there was nothing wrong with that. And maybe that was what he wanted from me with this whole date thing. Jacob would be thrilled to hear that. Mental note to self: so not telling him about this. “I’m not like that.”
“Like what?” he asked.
So he was going to make me spell it out. Of course. Why not? “I’m not like her.”
“Do you know her?”
My eyes narrowed. “I don’t just hook up with guys for fun, okay? I don’t see anything wrong with it. Totally not judging here, but that’s not me. So I’m not interested. Sorry.”
“Wait a sec. I’m confused. You’re not judging her, but you’ve made the assumption that she’s into random hook ups? That’s she’s my fuck buddy? Isn’t that kind of making a rash judgment based on assumptions?”
Damn it, he had a point. “You’re right. I don’t know if that’s what you guys are about. Maybe you’re just childhood buddies or something.”
“We’re not.” That mischievous grin was back. “We hook up every once in a while.”
I gaped at him. “I was right! Then why did you accuse me of being judgmental?”
