Am I screwing up his plans?
Probably.
But the petty part of me doesn’t care.
“I’m just going to the toilet,” I call over the music, already weaving through the crowd. But he doesn’t stay behind. Hefollows—close. Too close. His hand finds my hip like it belongs there, guiding me through the crush of bodies.
I guess he’s put in the effort and doesn’t want to lose his shot. Because that’s what I am to men, right? A warm body. A quick fix. Another hole to meet the goal?
Not someone you bring home to meet your mother. Just another distraction.
Before I can reach the bathroom door, he grabs me—spins me—and suddenly I’m pressed against the sticky wall, his mouth on mine, hands everywhere. Sucking. Licking. Groping.
It’s not like Cameron.
There’s no finesse, no care. Just hunger. Crude and clumsy.
He’s not here to make me feel good. He’s here to get off.
But maybe that’s fine.
Maybe I can use him too.
His hands drift to places that still echo with Cameron’s touch, and I hate that I notice. But if I keep measuring every man against him, I’m setting myself up for a lifetime of disappointment.
“Wanna get out of here?” he murmurs against my ear, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings like he’s earned the right.
I don’t stop him.
I came here for this—for the distraction, the numbness, the illusion of control. So, I return the favour, sliding my palm along the front of his jeans.
And my heart sinks.
Of course he’s tiny.
Just my fucking luck.
Maybe I’m not over Cameron’s size. Maybe I’m not over anything. But right now, I can’t imagine feeling a damn thing with this guy—physically or otherwise.
Damn stalker boy.
Damn his hands.
Damn the way Cameron still lives under my skin, even when he’s not here.
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Cam
This is ridiculous.
She knows how dangerous it is to deviate from the plan, and yet here she is, doing exactly that. Like the rules don’t apply to her. Like I haven’t already thought ten steps ahead.
She really thinks I didn’t put my own tracker on her phone?
I gave her the chance to come home on her own. I’ve been patient—painfullypatient—but this? This is taking the absolute piss.
This woman is going to give me a brain aneurysm. Or at the very least, chronic high blood pressure.
