“Right, but—”
He holds a hand up. “Fine. Whatever. You can drive.”
“Yay!” Cami claps her hands together.
My shoulders drop, the tension bleeding out of them along with all the pent-up adrenaline. “Thank you.”
Cal passes me his keys. “Anything for you.”
Three words. Five syllables. One punch to the gut.
I don’t let the impact of his words show on my face. But he threw me back into the past without a life preserver, leaving me to drown in the memories of him saying those same three words over and over again.
Anything for you, he said when he broke his arm trying to get my kite out of a tree.
Anything for you, he grumbled after picking me up early from my very first date with Pete Darling, a jerk who didn’t quite live up to his last name.
Anything for you, he brokenly whispered after I made him promise to never come back to Lake Wisteria, knowing I wouldn’t be strong enough to resist him again, drugs and alcohol be damned.
Reality is a bitch, making my eyes prick from unshed tears.
That was then. This is now.
I shove my emotions to the side and rally for my daughter, who needs me to be focused on the present.
Cami waits inside so she doesn’t get sweaty while I set up her booster seat. Due to how cramped Cal’s back seat is, the lower half of my body remains outside the car while I struggle to get the seat belt through the holes.
“Is everything okay?” The heat of his breath against my neck makes my skin pebble.
“Perfect.” I curse as the seat belt buckle smacks me in the knuckles.
“Here. Let me help you.” Cal’s chest presses against my back as he reaches over my body to help me with the seat belt. Our bodies click together like two magnets, the pull toward each other too great to ignore.
I suck in a breath as goose bumps spread across my skin. He brushes the pad of his thumb across them, drawing another sharp inhale from me.
“Stop doing that.” I release the seat belt, leaving him to fix it.
He doesn’t give me room to escape, instead choosing to work around me. It doesn’t take him long to figure out the process.
“All done.”
I jump at the sound of his voice, and my ass bumps into his crotch.
My eyes widen at the same time as his sharp inhale.
Oh, shit.
Lana tries to push me away, but with how our bodies are lined up, her ass presses against my dick. She freezes underneath me with a barely audible gasp.
My dick, already semi-hard from what happened in the house, reacts to her touch. Blood pumps directly to the source of my latest issue.
“Are you…” She struggles to finish her sentence.
“You wore the same dress from our first date,” I reply, like that answers everything. The dress somehow looks even better now than it did back then, and I’m jealous of any fucker who gets to look at her today.
“I didn’t—” She glances at me from over her shoulder, her eyebrows scrunching together. “Wait. You remember what I wore that night?” I know what she is probably assuming given how addicted I was to pills.
“I remembereverything.” My gaze drops to her mouth. The memory of hers pressed against mine makes my lips tingle.