I could feel the vibrations of his chest as he laughed at what I said. “Boy this conversation keeps getting better and better.” I reached up and tweaked his nipple. “Ouch!”

He grabbed my wrist and flipped me on to my back, pinning my arms on either side of my head. “Careful. If you’re wanting to play, I’ll play.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Then quit laughing at me.”

“Quit saying funny shit,” he retorted.

“Gah you frustrate me! I wasn’t trying to be funny, I was telling you how you make me feel.”

He maneuvered himself between my legs and rolled his hips till he rubbed against parts of me that were still sensitive from the night before. “So then tell me how I make you feel.”

My eyelids fluttered shut, and I bit my lip to hide my moan. “Stop distracting me,” I whined.

“Look at me Keegan. Let me see your eyes.” I opened them and gave him my full attention. “Good girl, now tell me how I make you feel. I won’t distract you.”

“Yeah right, you’re one big distraction,” I mumbled under my breath, and he chuckled. I sighed before continuing, “Look, somewhere along the line, something between us shifted. You went from just being my roommate, to the person that I look forward to seeing when I come home. If you’re not around, I’m wondering what you’re doing. When I go to the gym, I catch myself searching for you. There’s even been times when I can feel you come into a room, and I know your eyes are on me. It gives me butterflies, and I don’t know what to do about it. It’s been a lot of confusing emotions that I don’t know how to express because you have to be one of the hardest people to figure out that I’ve ever met.”

His brown eyes seemed to sparkle down at me. “Is it my turn to talk yet?”

I nodded.

“You sure are a contradiction in terms. But you’re not alone in how you feel. It all started when I saw you sitting in my apartment about to sign the lease and I thought, what the fuck is Dodger doing now? But then you looked up at me, and it was like my whole world shifted. All I saw were your bright innocent blue eyes and that was it.” He sat back on his heels and rubbed the palm of his hand down his face. “I was so fucked.”

“How so?” I asked.

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Because with that one look, I knew you were the girl who could ruin me.” Camden shook his head as though he were clearing his thoughts. “I shouldn’t have said the shit that I did, and for that I’m very sorry. I didn’t know how to take you. Here was this little tiny blonde who came storming into my space, needing a place to stay, and all I wanted to do was push you right back out the door. Ever since then you’ve been a tornado, uprooting all aspects of my life. I live by my routines, always have. Except now I find myself coming home early, because I know you’re here. I’ll come home to eat lunch just so I can hear you tell me about your day. Anything just to be around you. This is new territory for me, Keegan.”

“I accept your apology, but Camden, your words about my weight or referring to me being ‘easy’ were a hard pill to swallow. My self-esteem isn’t the highest when it comes to my body. My confidence is lagging.”

His jaw worked back and forth. Not in an angry sort of way, but more of a ‘how can I fix this’. “I was an idiot okay. I mean, I fucking work in a gym. I know how self-conscious people can be, and I’m never one to judge. I don’t know how else to tell you that I never meant what I said. I was trying to get you to leave. You throw me off my game, Keegan. I’ve always been with girls that are tall and thin. You’re thin, but you have these graceful, plush curves that make my mouth water.” He ended his sentence by licking his lips.

I looked down and felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I want you to be comfortable in front of me.” He tugged on the sheet. “I don’t want you hiding your body when I want to see everything.”

I shivered at his brazenness. Things were starting to fall into place where there were holes before. I hadn’t expected him to be so straightforward with his feelings. Still unsure and unsettled, I asked the question that had been looming in my head for days. “So where does all of this leave us? What is this happening between you and me?”

Camden grabbed my arms and pulled me up in a sitting position. I made sure to take the sheet with me and cover my naked breasts. He noticed and gave me a devilish grin. “Well, I can tell you where it doesn’t leave you and Luke. Or you and anybody else for that matter. I meant what I said last night. You’re mine. I won’t share you.”

I quirked my brow and took in his serious expression. The mention of Luke’s name grated on my nerves. “Am I supposed to share you? Cause I can’t Camden. It was already hard enough to watch you parade women in and out of here with no regard to my feelings. But if you’re claiming me in some weird caveman sort of way, then I expect the same from you. I’m not saying we have to put a label on this,” I motioned between us with my hand. “I just need to know that if I’m exclusive, you will be too.”

He tipped my chin up to meet his eyes as he descended dangerously close to my mouth. “I think I can handle that.”

Camden moved in to kiss me but I pulled back an inch. “I mean it Brooks. I’m a sensitive girl. You fuck around on me, and Macie will have your ass.”

He barked a laugh that sounded so carefree and relaxed that it melted my heart. “Macie huh, and what about you, killer?”

I smiled. “I have my ways to make you pay.”

“Pretty sure you’re well acquainted with a bat.”

I slide my hand up his chest and clasped it around his neck. “You bet your ass I am,” I said as I pulled him down to me in a kiss that could have lit fireworks.

Camden and I stayed in bed the rest of the morning and part of the afternoon. We only got up to use the bathroom or when he went downstairs to make breakfast and sandwiches for lunch. I would have given anything to still be there snuggled up against his warmth right now, but I had to meet Macie for dinner, and I needed to go pick up Sarah because we hadn’t really spent much time together in the past three days. I missed her. Being away from Sarah for longer than a day was hard. I saw her every day when I lived at home, but now it seemed that the time between our visits was growing, and I didn’t like it. Sitting in my car on the way to my mom’s I made a vow to make a better effort to bring her over or take her out places.

I made quick work of grabbing Sarah from Mom’s so I didn’t have to deal with the twenty questions about when I’d bring her back home and where we were going. The less she knew the better. She only wanted to know because it would be her excuse to leave the house and go do all of the irresponsible shit she normally did. I’d rather not give her the satisfaction. Mom and I still weren’t on the best of terms. I noticed that Sarah was being pretty quiet on the ride to the restaurant, which was completely out of the norm for my chatty sister. I glanced back at her in concern.

“Hey, how’ve you been?”

She shrugged. “Alright.”

“How’s school going? Are you still getting good grades?”

“It’s alright. Math is getting harder. The teacher is making us do fractions, and I hate them. When am I ever going to use them?” she said in an irritated tone.

“How about when you help me cook? You have to know the measurements so I know how much to pour or scoop,” I replied.

She brought her eyes up to mine in the mirror. “Yeah, but we don’t cook together anymore.”

I sucked in some air. Apparently my absence from her has been noticed not just by me, but her as well. I felt terrible. “Listen Sarah, I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately. I’ve had a lot of things on my plate, and it’s taken me some time to get it all situated. I don’t mean to ignore you. Okay?”