Everything slammed into me at once. Homecoming. The party with Toby. Cameron holding my hair while I puked up everything but my soul in his toilet. The toilet in the bathroom next to his room.
His room.
Oh god, I was in Cameron’s bedroom.
In.
His.
Bed.
I glanced over and sure enough, there lay Cameron, on his front, arm tucked under his head, snoring softly.
“Who you?” the boy asked as he clambered onto the bed, settling between me and Cameron.
“I’m Hailee.”
“Ailee? I’m Ander.”
“Nice to meet you.” I gave him my best smile despite the panic rising in my chest “Hmm, Cameron?” I hissed. “Cameron, wake up. We have company.”
“Xan?” Cameron said, his voice thick with sleep. “Shit, Xander?” He bolted upright, rubbing his eyes. They flew to mine, wide with alarm, and I chuckled, ducking my head.
“You ot a irlfriend, Ameron?”
“What, I… uh, no, buddy. This is my… friend—”
“Ailee.” He nodded. “She pretty.”
“Okay, buddy, time for you to go.” Cameron scooped up the kid and climbed out of bed not bothering to pull on any clothes. “I’ll be right back,” he mouthed over his shoulder and I nodded, feeling my cheeks flush.
When they disappeared out of the room, I sank back into the pillows, groaning with mortification. I was in Cameron’s bed.
Cameron’s bed.
And we’d just been caught by the cutest toddler I’d ever laid eyes on.
Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any crazier.
Two minutes later, Cameron stepped back into the room, taking the air with him. “Sorry about that.” He ran a hand over his head, his eyes darting around me.
“Your brother is adorable,” I said, pulling the sheets up around my body, aware I was dressed in only his football jersey and my panties, and he was wearing nothing but his tight black boxer briefs. Keep your eyes on his face, Hailee. On. His. Face.
“Yeah, although he’s like a whirlwind.”
“He’s a cute kid.”
“Don’t be fooled.” He laughed and we shared a rare smile. “How are you feeling?” Cameron sat on the end of the bed, his eyes burning into me.
“I’ll be okay, I guess. I still can’t believe someone did that to me.” My head hurt and my muscles were like lead, not to mention the fact my stomach felt like something had died in there. But I had more important things to worry about right now, like the fact Cameron was right there, and he was almost naked; the hard planes of his body just begging to be touched.
God, I wanted to touch him.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Yeah, well, people will do all kinds of crazy things in the name of football.”
“Does that include you?” My brow rose, as I lowered my face, looking up at him through my lashes.