The Real

I followed his lead while he subtly moved, more intent on singing than dancing. Every second of that dance cemented itself in my heart.

If there was ever a definition of woo, it was the fine-ass man singing to me about what I deserved.

I had to fight back tears when his lips took my trembling mouth. I hoped he thought it was from the cold, but the truth was, I was raw. I wanted what we had to be it. I wanted him to be the last man I kissed, the last man I gave my heart and body to. And I didn’t want my heart to be a liar. And only he had to power to make it true.

He said we didn’t deal in absolutes, but my heart was starting to disagree as it beat for him. Cameron was making me a believer.

I was falling.

And falling hard.

I didn’t need anything more from him than what he was giving. But what he was giving was so much more than I’d expected. I pressed into him, doing everything I could to show him how much he moved me.

Because Cameron moved me.

Don’t let me be wrong. Please, God, don’t let me be wrong again.

I looked up into jade eyes and took a mental picture at the expression on his face.

“Don’t make me a fool,” I whispered to him in a plea.

He paused his steps and looked down at me with a mix of emotion.

I shook my head with a smile. “But you can’t promise you won’t.”

He tightened his hold on me. “It’s really not so hard to believe in me, is it? I mean, you are dancing in the woods.”

I smiled. “I am, aren’t I?”

“You are,” he said as the wind picked up and we kissed words away.

Only words made liars out of people.

Cameron said kisses were unspoken promises, and so he kissed me until I understood his.

Our mouths became urgent, and I used his kiss as assurance. Now that I had him, I was too afraid of the other shoe dropping. If I wasn’t careful, I would ruin the here and now with the threat of the unknown.

I had to let go.

I had to let life happen.

And so, for myself, and for Cameron, I let go.

And he was still there, kissing me, touching me, being mine.

If karma and fate truly existed, I would make the exception and believe in them for the sake of us.

“I want you,” I whispered as I clutched him tighter to me. Desperation laced my voice as I pressed my body to his. “Fuck me, prom king.”

His answering groan rumbled through his chest as his hands gripped my ass.

The sound of crunching snow and moving headlights had us jumping apart like a bunch of guilty teenagers. I shrieked as a large truck approached, and Cameron made quick work of depositing me in the Audi.

I yelled for him to get in too as he closed the door. I was being irrational, and I knew it, but I couldn’t help the full-fledged panic that raced through me as Cameron ducked to converse with the driver.

Instead of the relief I should have felt, I had more concern for him and our bubble that had been popped by the intruder. When Cameron pulled back from the truck, he smiled in my direction and jogged toward me.

“We’re rescued. This guy is with the management company who rents the cabin. When we didn’t check in, they came looking for us. He said it happens all the time. Hey, hey, what’s wrong?”