Getting out, I run around the front of the car and pull the hood open. A perfect roar sounds from beside me, startling me. Camden reverses his dark 1969 Camaro out of his parking spot his eyes on mine as he pulls away.
I can’t believe he’s just going to leave me stranded. What a jackass!
I swipe my wet hair from my face, and duck inside the car to grab my phone from my bag to text Chloe. Taillights light up the parking lot and I stall. Glancing out of my car I find Camden stopped in the middle of the parking lot.
I clutch my phone in hand, unsure if he’s stopping to help me or just stopping in general. The driver door opens, and he sticks his head out.
“Get in!” Reaching inside my car I grab my bag, and race toward Camden’s nice shiny car without a second thought.
Quickly, I get in and shut the door.
The smell of old leather hits me first, then Camden. He’s all I smell now.
The seats are worn leather, and the dashboard is lit up with an old time cassette player. Even with the car’s old age, it’s in great condition. I know a lot about cars because I came across a few car ads in my sports magazines as a kid; you pick a few things up from them.
“Thanks,” I mutter under my breath. He either didn’t hear me or doesn’t respond as he pulls out of the parking lot.
Looking out of the corner of my eye, I catch him looking at me before he directs his attention back on the road.
My heart is beating a mile a minute. My thighs are clenched together like they’re glued, and if my underwear weren’t soaked from the rain they’d be wet just by being this close to Camden. After all these years, the boy I fell in love with next door still does it for me. I’m starting to think I’ll never move on. I should really invest in a vibrator.
“How are the hands?” His voice comes out sexy and rough.
I glance down at my hands noticing they’re discolored and look terrible.
“They’ve seen better days.” I turn them, hiding them from his sight. I feel like an amateur next to him.
“You seemed out of breath today,” he observes, his jaw cocked as if he’s chewing the inside of his cheek. He’s trying to make conversation, which takes me aback.
“What can I say, I’m out of shape.” I shrug, smirking.
“Jog a mile a day, that’ll help build your endurance up, trust me it works.” His tone of voice light, as if we are old buddies catching up.
Why, why is he helping me when he clearly told me to go away? Does he feel sorry for me?
“Why are you telling me this and why did you help me today?” I ask, not being able to keep the thoughts to myself any longer.
He stops at a red light and pins me with those gorgeous eyes.
“I’m not going to sit back and watch you break your damn hands Tatum.”
“Don’t do me any favors, and… and don’t call me that.” I grit my teeth in anger.
“You’re just as stubborn as you were when you left, you know that?”
“Yeah, and you’re still a know it all, did you know that?”
His hand reaches for the gearshift just as mine reaches for the dial to turn some music on. The touch of his warm skin against mine I gasp in reaction and pull away. His mouth parts and eyes flash with something seductive just before he draws his back.
Our eyes look around the car awkwardly, as we stop at another red light.
“I don’t remember you tensing up so much when I touched you before,” he states matter of fact, and my face pales.
He’s so sure of himself it’s ridiculous. I’m sure his bevy fan group help stroke that ego of his. Well, I’m no groupie, and won’t play his games.
“I only tense when I’m in the car with bad drivers.” I point at the light that is now green and a car honks behind us. Camden glances in the rearview mirror before speeding off so fast the tires spin.
He glances at me as if he’s waiting for me to squeal in fear, but I don’t. I like going fast, not only in a car but in life. He shifts gears, and eyes me again.
My heart skips a beat as he practically drifts around a corner, but I remain calm on the outside.
He finally slows down and I exhale a calming breath.
“If you’re trying to scare me it won’t work. I like going fast.”
A sexy smirk fits his face. “I remember a few things you liked doing fast.”
My mouth parts, and I give a sideways glance. My mind searching for a comeback.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you know they say too many hits to the head can cause brain damage, I think you’ve met your quota.” I tilt my head to the side and give a condescending smile.
“Cute, but I see the way you look at me when I’m training.” He keeps his eyes on the road as he points out my horrible stalking.
“Ever think I was looking for fighting tips?” I question, but I’m lying through my teeth. I’m not thinking about anything fighting when looking at him.
Running my palms along my sweats my body grows anxious.
“No, you look at me like you want me, yet left me behind like I was nothing. Ironic isn’t it.”
My head whips to face him, my fingers digging into the seat with anger.