Page 108 of Floored By Love

“This must’ve been why I got silver yesterday.”

“Yeah, sorry. I forgot about it.”

“Well, I did too, so no biggie.” Cam took the coin from my hand and gave it a kiss, then grabbed my arm and placed it back in my palm. “Hold on to it for me.”

The smile that graced his face should’ve knocked me off my feet. I felt it deep within me. It felt like love, which floored me because never in my wildest dreams did I expect Cam to take me back after what happened. But here he was, hugging me in front of the whole world. I felt something break, a tension I didn’t know I carried. I felt relaxed and content, and I willed those feelings towards Cam.

“I know you’ll do great,” I said, my voice almost breaking.

“I feel like I can do anything with you by my side,” Cam said.

I pushed back to look him in the eye. “I feel the same way, handsome.”

“That’s good, because I’m not letting you get away this time.”

“I wouldn’t have it any different.”

CAMDEN KANE. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

“A little obvious if you ask me,” Noah said, leaning towards us.

“Especially after that kiss,” Shane added, from our other side.

“Don’t care anymore,” Cam said matter-of-factly.

“Well, please care about your vault.”

“Sure thing, coach,” Cam said, giving Woodward a mock-salute as he climbed the steps to the podium.

I watched with my fingers and toes crossed as Cam readied himself for the vault. A few runs back and forth, some stretching and chalk on his hands and feet, and he was ready. The judges signalled they were ready, too.

Cam saluted them and turned to face the table.

I knew I had the same ability - nowhere near the same level, of course - but watching Cam sprint, seeing his muscles flex, the concentration in his stare, it was mesmerizing. He also did this adorably cute thing right before he hit the springboard. He bit his lip. Ay dios mio, it made me want to run out there and tackle him so I could cover him with kisses.

Of course, I’d have to tear his leotard off to access his gloriously pale and perfect skin, so that might not be the wisest course of action in a crowded arena. Maybe later.

His takeoff was clean. His form in the air, perfection. I held my breath for the landing.

It was flawless.

After saluting the judges, Cam pumped his arm, showing the world his gorgeous bicep - that’s all mine - and whooped in celebration, loud enough that I’m sure half the arena heard him.

Noah was the first to wrap him in a big hug as he came off the podium. Woodward was next and did the same, adding a hair tousle. Shane and I were standing back by the seats. Shane let me have him first.

“That was incredible,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said, fixing his hair. “I owe it to the platypus.”

“Yup. That’s it. Nothing to do with your years of training and dedication.”

“Well, I guess there’s that.”

The coaches paced in front of us while we sat together, waiting for the score.

16.100.

“Yes!” Noah cheered.