Page 132 of Floored By Love

“You looked pretty nice up there,” I said.

“Think you can top that?”

“Oh, I’ll be topping that later, for sure.”

Luke’s eyes bugged a little until a smile broke through. “I’ll hold you to that, good sir.”

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Lucas

“Good,” Cam said, and leaned in to receive another kiss.

We held hands for a while as we watched the routines after mine. Along with the artistic ones, there were a few rhythmic and acro routines. The acro gymnasts were incredible. I was coordinated enough to be an Olympic medalist in gymnastics, but my only experience maintaining balance while holding onto another gymnast involved nudity and Cam.

I hoped he meant what he said, too. I needed him inside me again. After my striptease, I felt a strong desire to get wrecked.

“I’ll be right back. I need to go change,” Cam said, standing up, untangling his fingers from mine.

“Change? You’re not wearing your leotard?”

“Nope.” A mischievous grin disappeared quickly as he blew an air kiss my way before jogging towards the locker room.

Ten minutes later, and the suspense had destroyed me.

CAMDEN KANE. UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

Where is he?!

The music kicked on over the PA system. I didn’t recognize it. It sounded like rhythmic thumping, and then there were some weird squeaking noises. And then I saw them.

Colton, O, Alex and Cam entered the arena dribbling basketballs - that’s what the thumping was - and wearing matching shorts and tanks. They came right past me. Their jerseys said ‘Wildcats’. The music was starting to sound familiar.

Cam tossed his ball to Colton and ran up to the floor. The other three knelt on the sideline. It seemed their part was over.

As the lyrics started, Cam launched into his first tumbling pass. It was a big one. His energy was limitless. The first three handsprings propelled him across the floor into a piked double front salto with a perfect landing. His next two passes were easier, but no less impressive visually. Cam was a natural on the floor.

The music was telling him to get his head in the game. It was on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t place it.

Cam started the next portion of the routine with a strength exercise, but stopped midway. His tank was getting in the way. He didn’t finish the move, and instead started another one. That’s weird. Again, the tank messed him up. It kept falling down over his face.

Cam tapped his temple, then pointed his finger up, as if he had an idea. He wasn’t going to win a charades competition, but I knew what he meant.

Launching himself into a handstand, he let the tank fall around his head. He then shimmied his upper body until the tank fell down his arms and hit the floor. He somersaulted over, and now, completely shirtless, he ran through the strength moves he was attempting before.

Colton tossed a basketball back to him. Cam feigned a few basketball moves before dropping the ball and landing his final pass. His chest was heaving. I could see the sweat glistening from my seat, and I wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and tear his remaining clothes off. But common sense overruled my libido. Kissing was one thing, but naked dry-humping in front of thousands of people was probably inappropriate.

He picked up his tank and jogged over to where I was cheering.

“You like that, tiger?”

“Aren’t you the wildcat?” I asked, pointing a finger at his jersey.

“You don’t know the movie that was from, do you?”

“Well, if it involves athletic men taking their shirts off, then I am definitely interested in finding out.”

“It was Zac Efron’s big number from High School Musical! You never saw it?”