he gently squeezed it. I ignored him. I tried to look anywhere but at him. I couldn’t look at him. I knew I was going to lose it if I did. He didn’t give up though. He pulled my stool closer and turned it so I faced him. I had no option but to look at him.
“What’s up, baby girl? Spill it.” Morgan got up from her stool and moved it next to mine, so we both faced Lincoln. After filling Morgan and Lincoln in, they both just shook their heads back and forth. I sat there and watched Lincoln’s jaw clench with his frustration. He just told me, “Don’t dwell on this, Cami, everything will work itself out. Trust me.”
Could I trust Lincoln? Would everything work itself out? Was coming home a mistake? When Shelby offered me the opportunity to head home for a few months, I jumped at the chance to be closer to my favorite people on the planet, now I was beginning to think I made a huge mistake.
When I walked down the hall last night and met Christian and Jamie in the kitchen before we left for Aces, there was something different in Jamie’s eyes when he looked at me. It was as if we had a conversation with our eyes as we stared at each other. So many unspoken words were being conveyed. I could have sworn that he wanted me the way I wanted him. Rejection sucks.
Ugh, I am exhausted. It’s only nine o’clock, I should still be sleeping. My mind refused to shut off last night when I laid in bed. Now here I am, with only a few hours of sleep and a raging hangover.
Stretching, I reach over and grab my phone off of the nightstand. There are several texts from Morgan, Lindsey, and Karsen checking to see how I feel this morning. When Christian and I left them at the diner last night, they knew I was going to have one hell of a hangover this morning. They watched me consume a decent amount of alcohol last night. More than I normally do. I figured if I drank enough, it could numb the pain that I felt in my chest. Maybe the alcohol would have masked the embarrassment that I felt every time I looked at Jamie as he sat across from me at the table.
Morgan: Hey, drunk bitch, we’re heading to Redemption tonight. I have a private room set up for us. Bar bill is on Lincoln and me. Be ready at 10, we’ll swing by and grab you guys.
Me: After the amount of alcohol I consumed last night, I really DO NOT want to go out tonight. Was I that bad last night?
Morgan: WHATEVER, you’re going out. Wear that tight strapless black dress you have and your red Manolo Blahnik heels. NO ARGUING. Yes, you were drunk, but not too much to handle
Me: Ugh . . . Can’t we just have a movie night?
Morgan: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Don’t make me have to come there and dress you myself. You had a shitty night last night. That is not the welcome home party I wanted for you. We will dance and drink all night. Tonight will be awesome!!
Me: Okay . . . Okay . . . I’m gonna jump in the shower and head out for a run. I slept like shit last night, so I need to try and burn some energy off.
Morgan: I can think of a few ways you can burn some energy off. It begins with a J and ends with an E, with AMI in between (lol) That boy has it hard for you. No pun intended.
Me: WHATEVER . . . His silence spoke volumes last night.
Morgan: Maybe you just caught him off guard. Cut him some slack, Cam.
Me: I gotta run. I’ll talk to you later.
Morgan: Don’t ignore my text about you catching him off guard. This conversation is NO WHERE NEAR OVER!!
Me: Love ya too . . . talk to you later. Putting phone on charger. MUAH
I finally get up, grab my toiletry bag and head down the hall to the bathroom. The apartment is quiet, so Christian must still be sleeping. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to get hot. Looking at myself in the mirror, I’m a little scared at the reflection staring back at me. My eyeliner is smeared and my hair looks like rats ran through it while I slept. Oh God, last night was rough. I step into the shower and when the hot water hits my
“What’s up, baby girl? Spill it.” Morgan got up from her stool and moved it next to mine, so we both faced Lincoln. After filling Morgan and Lincoln in, they both just shook their heads back and forth. I sat there and watched Lincoln’s jaw clench with his frustration. He just told me, “Don’t dwell on this, Cami, everything will work itself out. Trust me.”
Could I trust Lincoln? Would everything work itself out? Was coming home a mistake? When Shelby offered me the opportunity to head home for a few months, I jumped at the chance to be closer to my favorite people on the planet, now I was beginning to think I made a huge mistake.
When I walked down the hall last night and met Christian and Jamie in the kitchen before we left for Aces, there was something different in Jamie’s eyes when he looked at me. It was as if we had a conversation with our eyes as we stared at each other. So many unspoken words were being conveyed. I could have sworn that he wanted me the way I wanted him. Rejection sucks.
Ugh, I am exhausted. It’s only nine o’clock, I should still be sleeping. My mind refused to shut off last night when I laid in bed. Now here I am, with only a few hours of sleep and a raging hangover.
Stretching, I reach over and grab my phone off of the nightstand. There are several texts from Morgan, Lindsey, and Karsen checking to see how I feel this morning. When Christian and I left them at the diner last night, they knew I was going to have one hell of a hangover this morning. They watched me consume a decent amount of alcohol last night. More than I normally do. I figured if I drank enough, it could numb the pain that I felt in my chest. Maybe the alcohol would have masked the embarrassment that I felt every time I looked at Jamie as he sat across from me at the table.
Morgan: Hey, drunk bitch, we’re heading to Redemption tonight. I have a private room set up for us. Bar bill is on Lincoln and me. Be ready at 10, we’ll swing by and grab you guys.
Me: After the amount of alcohol I consumed last night, I really DO NOT want to go out tonight. Was I that bad last night?
Morgan: WHATEVER, you’re going out. Wear that tight strapless black dress you have and your red Manolo Blahnik heels. NO ARGUING. Yes, you were drunk, but not too much to handle
Me: Ugh . . . Can’t we just have a movie night?
Morgan: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Don’t make me have to come there and dress you myself. You had a shitty night last night. That is not the welcome home party I wanted for you. We will dance and drink all night. Tonight will be awesome!!
Me: Okay . . . Okay . . . I’m gonna jump in the shower and head out for a run. I slept like shit last night, so I need to try and burn some energy off.
Morgan: I can think of a few ways you can burn some energy off. It begins with a J and ends with an E, with AMI in between (lol) That boy has it hard for you. No pun intended.
Me: WHATEVER . . . His silence spoke volumes last night.
Morgan: Maybe you just caught him off guard. Cut him some slack, Cam.
Me: I gotta run. I’ll talk to you later.
Morgan: Don’t ignore my text about you catching him off guard. This conversation is NO WHERE NEAR OVER!!
Me: Love ya too . . . talk to you later. Putting phone on charger. MUAH
I finally get up, grab my toiletry bag and head down the hall to the bathroom. The apartment is quiet, so Christian must still be sleeping. I turn on the shower and wait for the water to get hot. Looking at myself in the mirror, I’m a little scared at the reflection staring back at me. My eyeliner is smeared and my hair looks like rats ran through it while I slept. Oh God, last night was rough. I step into the shower and when the hot water hits my
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