Wait for you

“That I said that because it’s true and I want to.”

       “Why me?” I blurted out, and then closed my eyes briefly. “Okay. Don’t answer that.”

The food arrived just then—thank God—and the conversation was deterred… for about two minutes. “I’m going to answer that question,” Cam said, peering at me through his lashes.

I wanted to face-plant my stuffed chicken. “You don’t have to.”

“No, I think I do.”

Clenching my silverware, I drew in a deep breath. “I know it’s a stupid question to ask, but you’re gorgeous, Cam. You’re nice and you’re fu

“Yes, I am.”

“With the girl who’s never been out on a date before,” I added, looking him dead on. “It just doesn’t seem real.”

“Okay.” He cut off a piece of steak. “I’m here with you because I want to be—because I like you. Ah—let me finish. I’ve already told you. You’re different—in a good way so get that look off your face.”

My eyes narrowed.

He gri

Um, not really, but I nodded.

“And I like hanging out with you.” He popped a piece of steak into his mouth. “And hey, I think I’m a pretty damn good catch for your first date.”

“Oh my God.” I laughed. “I can’t believe you just said you were a good catch.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I am. Now eat your chicken before I do.”

Smiling, I started to pick it apart, going for the stuffed part first. With the exception of asking a stupid question, my first date was going well. Cam started steering the questions and I wasn’t a mute just sitting here. Though, every so often, our gazes would lock and I’d forget what I was doing or completely lose track of what he was saying. But I was having a good time—I was enjoying myself and Cam. And the best part? I wasn’t thinking beyond right now. I was just… hereand it was a nice place to be.

Toward the end of di

I snorted. “No.”

His brows knitted. “You’re not going home?”

Finishing off my chicken, I shook my head. “I’m staying here. Are you going home?”

“I’m going home, not sure exactly when.” He picked up his glass. “You’re seriously not going home at all? It’s more than a week—nine days. You have time.”

“My parents… are traveling, so I’m staying here.” That wasn’t a huge lie. Around this time of year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas, my parents took cruises or went on ski trips. “Do your parents do the big Thanksgiving di

“Yeah,” he murmured, his gaze falling to his empty plate.

Conversation lulled a little at that point and as the check arrived, Cam didn’t seem like he wanted to linger. The night air was beyond chilly and our breaths formed puffy, misty white clouds. A fierce wind kicked up, picking up my hair and throwing it around my face. I shivered and hunkered down in my jacket.

“Cold?”

“It’s not Texas,” I admitted.

Cam chuckled and stepped closer, dropping his arm over my shoulders. His body warmth immediately slipped over mine and I worked hard at not tensing and falling flat on my ass. “Better?” he asked.

All I could do was nod.

Once out of the brutal wind, I buckled myself in. Cam climbed in, started the engine and then smacked his hands together, rubbing them. He glanced over at me. “Did you have a good di

“Yes. And thank you for the food. I mean, di

“You’re welcome.” Amusement colored his tone. “Thank you for finally agreeing to let me take you out.”

He turned the radio on after that, not loud enough that we couldn’t talk, but I was too busy focusing on important stuff. Somewhere between Hagerstown and University Heights, I had made an extremely important decision.

If Cam kissed me, I would not freak.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

I would act like a fucking nineteen-year-old girl with an iota of experience and not freak. Then again, he might not kiss me. He might’ve realized at some point during our date that I wasn’t kiss-worthy and high tail his ass back to his apartment to hang out with Ollie and Raphael. And if so, that would be okay. I wouldbe okay with that.

But when we got back to our apartment building and as we reached the fifth floor, I realized I didn’t want the night to be over yet. We stopped in front of my door, and I turned to face him, twisting my fingers along the strap of my purse.

His lips quirked up on one side. “So…”

“Would you like to come in? For something to drink? I have coffee or hot chocolate.” Hot chocolate? Seriously? Was I twelve? Fuck me. “I don’t have any beer or anything more—”

“Hot chocolate would be good,” he cut in. “Only if you have the kind with those tiny marshmallows.”

My lips spread into a smile and I didn’t care how big or goofy it looked. “I do.”

“Then lead the way, sweetheart.”

Heart pumping, I let us into my apartment and turned on the lamp beside the couch. Shedding my jacket, I headed into the kitchen. Cam sat on the couch while I whipped us up some hot chocolate. While the water heated up, I yanked off my shoes. I brought two steaming cups back.

“Thank you.” He took one. “Got a question for you.”

“Okay.” I sat facing him, tucking my legs under me.

He took a sip. “So based on your first date experience, would you go out on a second?”

A pleasant feeling hummed in my chest. “Like a second in general?”

“In general.”

I shrugged and then tried some of my hot chocolate. “Well, this was a very good first date. If second dates were like this, then I guess I would.”

“Hmm. With just anyone or…?”

My lashes lowered. “Not with just anyone.”

“So it would have to be someone in particular?”

The pleasant feeling spread into my limbs. “I think it would have to be.”

“Interesting,” he murmured, taking another drink. When he looked at me, his eyes positively twinkled. Christ. I was screwed. Eyes were twinkling at me. “Is this someone in particular going to have to wait another two months if they ask you out?”

I couldn’t fight the smile, so I took a drink. “Depends.”

“On?”

“My mood.”

Cam chuckled. “Get ready.”

“Okay.”

“I’m going to ask you out again—not di

I pretended to think about it, but I already knew I’d say yes. Might be a dumb move or pointless, but I wanted to go out on another date with him. “Movies?”

He nodded. “But it’s a drive-in movie, one of the last ones around.”

“Outside?”

“Yep.” His grin spread. “Don’t worry. I’d keep you warm.”

I didn’t know if I should giggle or tell him that last statement was kind of adorably corny. “Okay.”

His brows rose. “Okay to the movies?”

Biting down on my lip, I nodded.

“Seriously it isn’t going to take me another two months?”

I shook my head.

Cam looked away, laughing under his breath. “Okay. How about Wednesday?”

“Next Wednesday?”

“Nope.”

I sat my hot chocolate down on the coffee table. “The following Wednesday?”

“Yep.”

Counting the days down, I ended up frowning. “Wait. That’s the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.”

“It is.”

I stared at him. “Cam, aren’t you going home?”

“I am.”

“When? After the movies, in the middle of the night, or Thanksgiving morning?”

He shook his head. “See, the drive-in movie theater is just outside of my hometown. About ten miles out.”

I leaned back against the couch, confused. “I don’t understand.”