Page 28 of Sophia & Cameron
Cameron arched a brow, the smile toying at his lips. “Do you mean, is she ready to face her fate and give in to her carnal desires?”
A pretty flush sprinkled across Sophia’s cheeks. “If you want to call it that.”
“I think I do.”
She shrugged and looked away. “Fine. That then. Is she ready?”
Cameron eyed her with a mischievous grin, not missing the way she fought a smile. “She’s primped and relaxed—the perfect condition to meet the love of her life.”
Sophia rolled her eyes, and he chuckled. Together they walked the mare toward the pasture. Sophia was at his side, and her arm brushed against his on their way. It wouldn’t have taken any effort whatsoever for him to capture her hand within his own at this point. The temptation ate at him, but he wouldn’t do that. Not yet.
He couldn’t deny the thrill that her proximity gave him. Now that he knew why she’d behaved the way she had five years ago, he was finding it harder to give her the space she thought she needed. And from the looks of it, she was struggling with the same thing.
Her shoulder bumped into his, and he gave her his most charming smile. “You know what I like about you?”
Sophia glanced at him, a smirk gracing her beautiful, full lips. She tapped her finger to her chin. “My dance moves.”
He groaned with appreciation, making her laugh, which was exactly what he wanted her to do. Then he cocked his head to the side and eyed her again. “Your dance moves are something else, but no, that’s not what I was thinking.”
She was hanging on his every word. Based on the way she was leaning into him, waiting for him to tell her exactly what he found so fascinating about her, he was already celebrating. She might think that she wasn’t ready for anything serious, but nothing could be further from the truth. “What were you thinking, then?”
Cameron pulled himself to a stop and turned to face her. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He could tell her he loved her eyes, her lips, her smile, her laugh. He could tell her that he adored her tenacity and her unwillingness to crumble when things got hard. There were already a hundred things he could tell her that would make her begin to see he wasn’t going to let her go as easily as she expected.
But he wouldn’t. He needed to draw her in—to snare her in a way that made it difficult for her to consider leaving him at all. Her breath hitched at his touch, and he held back the urge he had to pull her in for a kiss. Instead, he smirked. “You find me irresistible.”
She blinked a few times, then scoffed and gave his shoulder a shove. “Do not.”
His smirk only widened as he watched her march toward the pasture where she’d already deposited their stallion. Her hips danced with each step she took, and he bit down on his fist as he allowed himself to enjoy the view.
One day she was going to look back on this moment and realize she’d been a fool to keep him at arm’s length. They were made for each other. He just had to figure out a way to help her see that.
The rest of the day went as well as he’d hoped. Sophia didn’t attempt to find excuses for leaving his side, and they joked about their matchmaking skills with the horses. When all the love birds were returned to their stalls, he found himself just hanging out with her on her front porch steps.
“Tell me something real,” she said, not looking at him.
“Something real?” Cameron rubbed at the scruff along his jaw. “Like what?”
She peeked at him over her shoulder. “I dunno. Something you haven’t told anyone else before.”
He gave her a wry look. “You first.”
She rolled her eyes and moved to get to her feet, but his hand grasped her wrist and he tugged her back to sit beside him.
“Fine, I’ll tell you something.”
Interest lit up her eyes, and he smirked.
“My favorite vegetable is broccoli.”
She stared at him for a moment, then groaned as she rose to her feet again.
In no time at all, he snatched her wrist again. “Okay, okay. Something real.”
Sophia didn’t seem to believe that he was going to follow through this time around, and she didn’t lower herself back to where she’d been sitting.
“My brother stole my first girlfriend from me.”
Her eyes widened, and it was as if he’d doused her with a bucket of ice water at the shock on her face. “You’re kidding.”
