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Grace pumps her legs back and forth in an agitatedfury while I mull over her words. She’s right, I suppose, but I’m not sure how to break through the friend zone Cam and I so carefully constructed over the years. I tuck my hair back behind my ear, thinking.
Finally, I text him back.
Sloane: Good AM to my fave football player. Did you go to the gym?
Cam: Yep. Lifted a ton. Pretty tired and sore rn, not gonna lie
I smile down at the text.
“What? What’s happening?” Gracelyn keeps rocking, staring at me.
“I have an idea.”
“I like ideas. As long as they’re sexy ideas.”
“Could be. At least it would involve less clothing.”
“I’m intrigued.”
Holding one finger up at Gracelyn, I tap out another text.
Sloane: You home now?
Cam: Heading there. Why?
Sloane: Don’t shower yet. I’ll be home in about twenty minutes
Cam: Sounds promising
Sloane: It’ll be good for you
“You happy now?” I hand my phone to Gracelyn and she reads through the text exchange.
“Sloane, you dirty girl! Youaregoing to shower withhim. That’s so hot! And in your dad’s house too. So naughty—I like it.” She grins her approval.
“Not exactly. I gotta bolt. Thanks for the pep talk!” I hop up from the swing, waving good-bye as I dash down the stairs to my car.
“Wait—what? You’re not showering together? You better call me later!”
Grace follows me to the steps, her brows knit in confusion.
I’ll explain the whole thing to her later, but right now I need to get to the Walmart ASAP.
CHAPTER 18
CAM
“Cam? I’m home!” The trill of Sloane’s voice carries through the quiet house, shooting edgy excitement through me. Blood immediately rushes down south and I shift, attempting to adjust myself in the mesh gym shorts. The thin fabric can’t hide my rock-hard cock, though, so I shove my hand in my pocket before sauntering out to the living room.
“Hey.” I pause in the doorway, taking in every inch of her body, from the high ponytail to the tight black tank top to the tiny denim shorts. She’s so effortlessly gorgeous, sunglasses perched on top of her head, hand on hip. I have no idea why any guy would even think of screwing around on her, let alone actually do it.
She smiles at me as I make my way over, drawn to her like a magnet. As soon as Sloane’s in the room, she’s all I see. Football, my career—all the anxiety and tension—is gone. It’s just the two of us and I’m back in a good headspace, a place where I can be my genuine self. None of the other bullshit matters.
Although I know I should resist temptation, I can’t help myself. We moved into a new space together last night, and there’s no going back now.
I lean down and press my lips to hers. The gesture feels surprisingly natural.
“Sorry for sneaking out on you this morning—I wanted to hit the weights before the gym bros showed up and hogged the equipment.”
