"Yeah, sure. You're lying." He lies down on his back with his head on my lap and looks up at me with a smug grin that I want to wipe off his perfect face. "I told you, Cam, it's you and me."
"Yeah, but until then, you could want to date someone."
"Why would I want to date someone who isn't you?" My scowl is wiped away, and a smile threatens to form on my lips. My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and I can practically feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach whenever I'm near him.
Dean reaches up and brushes the loose strands of hair out of my face, his thumb gently brushing over my bottom lip. My lips part, and a gasp escapes from his touch, and suddenly I want him to kiss me again. The longer he looks at me with hooded eyes the way he is, the more I hope we’ll share another kiss.
And soon.
"Come on, let's get back in the water." He jumps up, running toward the water, leaving me on shore, panting from his touch.
Holy cow.
I really do have deep feelings for my best friend.
EIGHT
NOW
Camille
"Thanks for bringing the designs over. I'm excited to see them." I rub my hands together eagerly.
It's Thursday, and I haven't seen Dean since Monday.
Actually, I've been avoiding him since Monday. Seeing him again has been too much, and after seeing Karina on Tuesday, I haven't been able to bring myself to face either of them. It's hard enough to see him; I don't need to see his wife and be reminded that he married her.
Hechoseher.
What a childish way of thinking. It's not like we're in a competition. But if we were, she won. She won the man I love.
No, the man Iloved.
I have a husband now, and we're not the same people we were all those years ago. We were young, foolish children who hadn't experienced life. Now we're grown adults, and both know how ugly and unfair life can be.
It would be wise for me to remember that, though it's hard.
It's hard to see Dean because he makes me feel the same way he did when we were kids falling in love. All it takes is one look at him for the color to come back into my life, and that's wrong. He shouldn't have any effect on me whatsoever.
He's not mine anymore.
Clearing my throat, my eyes connect with his captivating hazel eyes. Eyes that I stared into each time he'd thrust into me or taste me with that warm velvet tongue. The memory of him hovering above me comes back to me like a slap in the face. I press my thighs together as warmth floods my core.
No. Stop, Camille.You can't think those things.
"Are you okay?" The sound of Dean's husky voice breaks me from my stroll down the memory lane. I smile and nod, because that's all I can do.
"Yes, of course, I'm fine. Please have a seat, and you can show me the designs." We sit side by side on the couch, and I watch him unroll his design plans and lay them out on the coffee table in front of us. The blueprint design is everything I could ever want.
The amount of detail is extraordinary.
Looking it over, I find myself speechless. He remembers all the things I had told him when we were young that I one day wanted.
He remembers everything.
Everything.
My heart swells.