Wait For You, Trust in Me: 2-Book Collection. J. Lynn

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      But oh it was.

      I drew in a deep breath, but it did nothing to relax my muscles or to ease the tension building deep inside me. And I knew if I looked down, my nipples would be straining against the thin shirt I wore. With each breath I took, I could feel them rubbing against my bra. I desperately wanted to be that girl that knew how to handle this; the kind of girl that I knew Cam probably really wanted and was used to.

      But I wasn’t her.

      I tipped my head back and looked up at Cam.

      His head was turned to the side, away from mine, and back against the cushion. A faint shadow appeared on the strong line of his jaw. There was a slight smile on his face. Son of a bitch.

      “Cam.”

      One eye opened. “Avery?”

      “You’re not asleep.”

      “You were.” He lifted his head, turning his head side to side, working out a kink. “And I was asleep.”

      And his hand was still on my lower stomach, incredibly heavy. Part of me wanted to tell him to get his paws off me, but that’s not what came out of my mouth. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you.”

      “I’m not.”

      Wetting my lips nervously, I had no idea what to say to that so I went with a, “What time is it?”

      His gaze had dropped to my mouth and my entire body tensed in a way that wasn’t unpleasant at all. “After midnight,” he responded.

      My heart was pounding. “You didn’t even look at the clock.”

      “I just know these kinds of things.”

      “Really?”

      His eyes were hooded. “Yes.”

      “That’s a remarkable talent.” My hand curled into a fist beside my thigh. “What time are you leaving in the morning?”

      “Are you going to miss me?”

      I screwed up my face. “That’s not why I was asking. I was just curious.”

      “I told my parents I’d be home by lunch.” With his other hand, he scooped a few strands off my face and that hand lingered to, in my hair. “So I probably have to leave between eight and nine.”

      “That’s early.”

      “It is.” His hand smoothed over my head, and my eyes drifted shut again, relaxing in spite of myself. “But the drive is easy.”

      “And you’re not coming back until Sunday night?”

      “Correct,” he murmured, and I felt his chest move with a deep breath. “Are you sure you’re not going to miss me?”

      My lips cracked a small grin. “It’ll be like a vacation for me.”

      He chuckled. “That was entirely mean.”

      “Wasn’t it?”

      “But I know you’re lying.”

      “You do?”

      “Yep.” His hand moved, and I felt the tips of his fingers graze my cheek. My eyes flew open. He was smiling down at me. Not a big smile that showed of his dimple, though. “You’re going to miss me, but you’re not going to admit it.”

      I didn’t say anything, because I was trying not to think about the next four days. And then his fingers moved, trailing the curve of my cheekbone, and I wasn’t really thinking about anything. They drifted to my jaw and one finger carved a path to my chin. Air leaked slowly out of my lungs as he finger hovered near my bottom lip.

      He tilted his head to the side. “I’ll miss you.”

      My lips parted. “Really?”

      “Yeah.”

      I closed my eyes against the sudden burn of tears. I had no idea why those three words affected me so, but they did and for a teeny, tiny moment, I admitted to myself that I didn’t want him to leave. That made the burn worse.

      Several minutes passed and the only sound was the low hum of the TV. He traced the outline of my lower lip, never quite touching it but coming close with each pass. I wondered if he would ever touch my lip and if I wanted him to.

      I think I sort of did.

      “You talk in your sleep,” he said.

      My eyes popped open. Screw the touching of the lip. “I do?”

      He nodded.

      Oh God. My stomach dropped. “Are you messing with me? Because I swear to God, if you’re messing with me, I’m going to hurt you.”

      “I’m not messing with you, sweetheart.”

      I sat up, and both of his hands dropped away. I twisted on the couch, facing him. My pulse was pounding for a whole different reason. “What did I say?”

      “Nothing really.”

      “For real?”

      Leaning forward, he scrubbed his hands down his face. “You were just murmuring stuff. I couldn’t really make out what you were saying.” He lifted his head. “It was kind of cute.”

      My heart started to slow down as the fear loosened its grip on my chest. God only knows what I could’ve been saying when I slept. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was past three in the morning. “Holy crap, you suck at your special ability at knowing the time.”

      Cam shrugged as he slid forward. “I guess I should be going home.”

      I opened my mouth and then closed it. What was I about to do? Ask him to stay? Like have a slumber party on my couch? Real smooth. I doubted he was interested in PG-13 couch parties. “Be careful when you drive,” I finally said.

      He stood, and I stared at the spot he’d occupied. “I will.” And then he swooped down, moving faster than I could figure out what he was up to. He placed his lips to my forehead. “Goodnight, Avery.”

      I closed my eyes and my hands balled into fists. “Goodnight, Cam.” He made it to the door before I sprung up, clutching the back of the couch. “Cam?”

      He stopped. “Yeah?”

      Taking a deep breath, I forced the words out. “I had a really good time tonight.”

      Cam stared at me a moment and then he smiled. The dimple appeared in his left cheek, and my own lips responded in kind. “I know.”

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