But I hadn't.
She'd been satisfied and then some. I knew this, just like I knew that when she'd left my bedroom near dawn, she'd left with a smile, along with every intention of returning.
Maybe she hadn't said so, but the look in her eyes had been crystal clear as I'd bundled her into the blanket and kissed her goodbye at my bedroom door.
Hell, I would've walked her back to her own room if only she hadn't insisted on going alone.It wasn't a big deal.Her bedroom was only a short walk from mine, and there were no wolves roaming my halls.
Well, none except me.
As far as the future logistics, I figured we had the next night to work out the details.
But we worked out nothing.
And why? It was because Cami never showed.
Another guy might've asked her what was going on, or maybe tried to get her alone for a repeat performance.But that wasn't me.
I wasn't looking for anything serious.I wasn't looking for anything at all.And yet, I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
I started living for her smiles and watching her from the corner of my eye, wondering what would happen when she left my house for good.Would Willow be the same?
Would I?
I didn't think so. And slowly, I came to a startling conclusion. If I had a heart to give, I'd give it to Cami, assuming she'd accept.
But would she?Now I wasn't so certain. And this, too, was a new sensation. I wasn't sure how I felt about it.
I wasn't sure about anything.
And this, too, was a first.
After the first week, I stopped listening for a knock at my door. After the second week, I debated knocking on hers.
But I'd told Cami up-front that I wasn't looking for anything serious, so I refused to give her the wrong impression, to lead her on with promises of something I couldn’t give.
She deserved better.
So I tried to let it go.
Tried. And failed.
At Thanksgiving, Cami went home for a long weekend to visit her family while Willow and I spent the holiday at Brody and Arden's place, where we had the first traditional Thanksgiving dinner we'd had in years.
It was nice.Or it would've been, if only I weren't missing a certain someone – Cami.
As far as her trip back to Petoskey, it was only fair to give her the time off, along with the use of the orange SUV to drive there and back. It was something we'd agreed on maybe a month earlier, before we'd given in to whatever urges had made us lose control.
When she returned from her vacation, it was more of the same. She was friendly during the day and avoided me at night.
It used to be, she'd spend her nighttime hours in the living areas, scrolling through her phone or reading on her tablet. Now, I didn't know what she was doing. I just knew she was doing it in her own private space, away from me.
And it was driving me batshit crazy.
Forget the sex. I missed seeing her around. I missed talking to her. I missed the way she challenged me when no one else would.
She wasn't anymore.Something had changed – and not for the better.
I let it go for maybe another week before deciding it was time to get some answers – for Willow's sake if not my own. If Cami was planning to make a move, I had to know.
