It’s crazy, but…I’m in love with her.
I can say it’s too soon for big emotions all I want, but I know what love feels like, and this is it. This feeling that your heart is swelling too large for your chest, and that you’d do just about anything for your favorite person on earth—this is what I felt for Mariah, but about a hundred times more intense.
I would crawl naked across a burning desert for five more minutes alone with Nat. But thankfully, all I have to do is make breakfast, and I’ll score an entire morning with her.
A quick glance at the clock reveals it’s just after eight. She doesn’t have to be home until ten, when the nanny is slated to go off duty. That’s plenty of time for vanilla bean French toast with berries and a side of bacon. I even have some fancy Vermont maple syrup I’ve been hiding from my roommates to level things up a notch.
Visions of a perfectly plated, morning-after feast dancing through my head, I slide from between the sheets, slipping into a pair of sweatpants and a long-sleeved t-shirt before tiptoeing to the door.
Outside, Harlow, Evie, and Jess are already awake, wrapped in robes and blankets in the living room, clutching cups of coffee and tea and whispering amongst themselves in hushed, excited tones that leave little doubt what they’re discussing.
Still, when their heads all whip my way in unison, and Jess hisses, “Spill! Details! Now!” I manage to pull off a confused expression.
“Details?” I run a hand through my wild hair. “About?”
“You know exactly what about,” Harlow says at the same time Evie warns, “Don’t play with us, Cameron. We need gossip and we need it now.”
I wander over to the kitchen table, pouring myself a cup of coffee from the carafe, fighting a grin as I say, “How about French toast? Would that work? It’s too early for gossip.”
“It’s never too early for gossip,” Jess says. “And I have to know if I’m the last virgin standing in this house. Just spill it, Cameron. Leaving people in suspense isn’t nice. Did you finally get that V-card punched or what?”
“V-card?” comes a sweet, confused voice from behind me, making the smile drop from my face like a tray snatched from the oven with a faulty mitt.
It’s Natalie.
And it looks like my secret is out.
Fuck…
Chapter Seventeen
Natalie
I glance back and forth between Cameron’s roommates and the man himself as he turns to me, a worried expression on his gorgeous face.
Jesus, he’s even better looking in the morning, with golden scruff on his chin and his silky hair rumpled from sleep. I want to drag him back into his room and strip his clothes off without bothering to get to the bottom of this “V-card” mystery, but his roommates are awake and listening and obviously way too invested in Cam’s sex life.
But are they? You’d be pretty invested in your friend’s sex life, too, if he were a twenty-four-year-old virgin.
I shake my head at the thought.
Cam isn’t—wasn’t—a virgin. I would have been able to tell!
I’m not the most experienced person or a sex expert by any means, but virgins don’t know how to do the things Cam did to me last night. That thing with his tongue and his fingers and the way he held on long enough for me to come again while he was inside me from behind…
That almost never happens. It’s hard for me to come that way and even harder with a new lover. The idea that a virgin could pull that off without a beat of hesitation or awkwardness, while dirty talking to me like a champ, is ludicrous.
I laugh as I motion toward Cam. “I’m sorry. I must have misheard. What were you guys talking about? Sorry to crash the conversation.”
“You didn’t crash it,” Cam says, pulling in a breath before he adds, “And you didn’t mishear. I was… Last night was…”
“I’m going to go start my homework,” a tall, gorgeous brunette says, bolting to her feet. “You guys should start yours, too.”
“But I don’t have homework,” Jess says as the other woman drags her to her feet. “I have a job.”
“Then you can do some job work,” the petite blonde says, filing in behind them as they flee the living room. “We’ll go to my room. It’s the farthest from the kitchen. And we’ll turn on music so we can’t hear what’s happening out here.” She shoos the other two women into her room and turns to flash me a big smile. “I’m Evie, by the way, and you’re adorable and Cam is the best. Please don’t be mad at him. I’m sure he had a good reason for lying.”
“He didn’t lie, he just withheld information!” a voice that I’m pretty sure belongs to the brunette shouts from behind her.