The Two of Us (Love in Isolation 1)

After spending so much time with each other, I notice the littlest things about her. Like when she laughs really hard, her nose crinkles and sometimes she snorts, which I find cute as hell. She likes to sleep on her side, and sometimes snores like a Mack truck. When she’s obviously tired, but I’m not, she’ll try to stay awake to be with me longer. When she thinks I’m not watching her, she’ll steal glances at me, and then I’ll catch her, which makes her laugh. Cami is my rock, and I’m grateful everyday for our second chance.

I still can’t believe she’s fallen for me as hard as I have for her, and now I can’t live without her. Hell, I’ve nearly died twice since coming here, but she’s been the light at the end of the tunnel.

We FaceTimed my mom and told her the pleasant news that we were officially dating. My mother cried with joy, then asked us when we were getting married. I just shrugged and laughed. But honestly, I’d marry Cami in a heartbeat even though I still don’t feel like I’m good enough for her.

Next, we called my sister, Ava. Cami was nervous as hell about it, but it was time they talk through their differences so there’s no hostility. Their conversation lasted well over an hour, and by the end, both were laughing at my expense as they took turns telling stories about me and talking shit. Though, I don’t even care because I’m just happy the air has been cleared between them.

We haven’t told her parents about us yet. I’ve been too nervous, knowing her father would never approve of the poor kid being with his princess daughter, but Cami has assured me she couldn’t give two fucks what her parents think. When the time’s right, we’ll tell them, but not yet. I like the bubble we’re in right now and don’t want anyone’s outside opinions to burst it.

After another physical therapy session, Cami and I go for a walk outside. Spring is finally coming, and the weather has been much nicer. Eventually, I’d love to cook using the outdoor kitchen and watch the sunset with Cami while we eat. Though I can’t buy her expensive things—but even if I could, they don’t impress her—I can make memories with her in ways that count.

A few days ago, we drove to Roxbury and got more food for the next month. She went a couple of weeks ago, but only got the necessities, and now we need more to stay stocked up. We went together this time so we could double team and get out of the store faster. As we drove home, she continuously looked behind us to see if anyone was following us. I know what happened still affects her, but I’m doing my best to reassure her we’re safe. The two guys who did it were finally caught, so I can breathe a little easier knowing they didn’t get away with it, but we still stay alert.

Once we’re back home, we unload and sanitize the groceries before putting them away, washing our hands in between a dozen times. It’s become such a part of our lives that we don’t even think twice about it.

We haven’t been intimate in weeks. Even though she’s given me all the hints, I know she hasn’t wanted to rush me with my shoulder recovering, but it’s doing much better now. We’ve been taking things slow, but right now, she’s looking at me with a fire in her eyes.

“I think we should change out of our clothes and take a shower,” I tell her, brushing my lips against her ear. Her head falls back, and she lets out a ragged breath as I drag my teeth against her skin.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly. “Absolutely, yes.”

I smirk as I take her hand and lead her to the master bathroom. Slowly, I peel off her leggings and shirt, allowing my fingertips to brush against her soft skin, and each time I touch her, her breasts rise and fall with shallow breaths. Cami watches me intently with a smile playing on her lips.

Walking toward the shower, I turn on the water and wait for it to get hot.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” I tell her, and she blushes.

“You’re just saying that,” she throws back, and I hate it when she downplays my compliments. “I’ve been in sweats with messy hair for days.”

“Just how I like you,” I tease, sprinkling kisses on her shoulders.

She reaches forward and helps take off my sling. I’ve still been wearing it daily but not for too much longer.

Cami lifts my shirt and pulls it over my head. She runs her fingers down my abs until her fingers are unbuttoning my jeans. Quickly, she slides them down my legs, along with my boxers. She stands confidently in a sexy as hell matching bra and panty set, and I take in the view before I remove them. Leaning down, I capture her taut nipple in my mouth. She arches her back and moans while running her fingers through my hair, then tugs. I release an animalistic growl, then scrape my teeth along her sensitive flesh, adding just enough pressure to drive her wild.