eyes.
“Last night wasn’t a mistake. Me not answering your question was a mistake. You caught me completely off guard. I wanted to answer you, I just couldn’t find the words. They were on the tip of my tongue, the words have just been kept under wraps for so many years that I didn’t know how to voice my feelings for you.”
My heart is speeding up even more because of what he is saying.
He takes a deep breath. “When I tell you how I feel, I want the words to be perfect. Ones you’ll remember for all your life.”
Tears build in my eyes. I am trying my hardest not to let them fall. But one by one they begin to stream down my cheeks. I quickly try to bat them away. “Jamie, I don’t know why I asked you that. I should have never put you on the spot.”
Jamie lets out a deep sigh. “There you go again, you’re not listening to me. You didn’t put me on the spot. You had a question that you wanted an answer to. Yes, I am attracted to you, Cami. You know that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
He cups my face tenderly in his warm hands. Slowly and seductively, his gaze drops from my eyes, to my bare shoulders to the swell of my breasts. He leans in, his lips brush against mine. His tongue traces the softness of my lips. My knees weaken as his mouth descends down my jaw, burying his face in my neck. From just his kiss, my body aches for his touch.
The sound of the smoke alarms and the banging on the door makes me pull away from him.
We both turn and stare at the door, which then flies open. Christian looks between Jamie and me with wide eyes. His eyes going back and forth between the two of us, taking in the scene before him. Jamie still has his arms around my waist. Christian has a bewildered look on his face, then smirks at us.
“Sorry for all the noise. I sort of burned breakfast. But I managed to not fuck up the coffee. There are bagels in the cabinet, the bacon isn’t edible.” Christian turns to leave but stops and looks at us. “I don’t even want to know what was happening in here.” Then continues to walk out leaving the bedroom door open.
Jamie looks down at me. “This conversation isn’t over. We’ll talk later when he isn’t around, okay? That way there won’t be any interruptions.”
My voice is hoarse with frustration, I murmur, “Sure.” My lips are still warm and moist from his kiss. I raise my fingers to them, wishing the kiss would have lasted longer.
He sighs then lets me out of his embrace. Jamie leaves the room in pursuit of my pain-in-the-ass brother who has the worst timing in the world. I flop down on the bed, throwing my hands over my head, praying that this day doesn’t get any worse.
I hate fighting with Jamie. The only good thing that came out of our fight was he just confessed that he does see me as more than a best friend.
I can sense Jamie needing to tell me more. I saw it in his eyes . . . felt it when his fingers dug against my skin. I even felt it in the pulsing bulge between his legs as he held me tight against his chest. This is definitely not over between us and we just need time alone to figure this all out.
JAMIE
WALKING OUT OF Christian’s bedroom, the smell of burnt bacon turns my stomach. A cloud of smoke hangs in the air. Christian is rushing around, opening up the windows in the kitchen, so I help him out by opening the ones in the living room.
“How did you manage to fuck up breakfast, dude? You make breakfast for us almost every weekend, and you never manage to screw it up.” Christian is acting odd, so I know he is up to something.
Avoiding looking at me, he walks over to the cabinet and grabs the bagels and pops one in the toaster. He takes a few mugs from the cabinet and heads over to the coffee pot, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
I walk over and snatch a mug from the counter. Christian turns around and fills my mug with coffee. “What do you mean you weren’t paying attention?”
Looking
“Last night wasn’t a mistake. Me not answering your question was a mistake. You caught me completely off guard. I wanted to answer you, I just couldn’t find the words. They were on the tip of my tongue, the words have just been kept under wraps for so many years that I didn’t know how to voice my feelings for you.”
My heart is speeding up even more because of what he is saying.
He takes a deep breath. “When I tell you how I feel, I want the words to be perfect. Ones you’ll remember for all your life.”
Tears build in my eyes. I am trying my hardest not to let them fall. But one by one they begin to stream down my cheeks. I quickly try to bat them away. “Jamie, I don’t know why I asked you that. I should have never put you on the spot.”
Jamie lets out a deep sigh. “There you go again, you’re not listening to me. You didn’t put me on the spot. You had a question that you wanted an answer to. Yes, I am attracted to you, Cami. You know that I think you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
He cups my face tenderly in his warm hands. Slowly and seductively, his gaze drops from my eyes, to my bare shoulders to the swell of my breasts. He leans in, his lips brush against mine. His tongue traces the softness of my lips. My knees weaken as his mouth descends down my jaw, burying his face in my neck. From just his kiss, my body aches for his touch.
The sound of the smoke alarms and the banging on the door makes me pull away from him.
We both turn and stare at the door, which then flies open. Christian looks between Jamie and me with wide eyes. His eyes going back and forth between the two of us, taking in the scene before him. Jamie still has his arms around my waist. Christian has a bewildered look on his face, then smirks at us.
“Sorry for all the noise. I sort of burned breakfast. But I managed to not fuck up the coffee. There are bagels in the cabinet, the bacon isn’t edible.” Christian turns to leave but stops and looks at us. “I don’t even want to know what was happening in here.” Then continues to walk out leaving the bedroom door open.
Jamie looks down at me. “This conversation isn’t over. We’ll talk later when he isn’t around, okay? That way there won’t be any interruptions.”
My voice is hoarse with frustration, I murmur, “Sure.” My lips are still warm and moist from his kiss. I raise my fingers to them, wishing the kiss would have lasted longer.
He sighs then lets me out of his embrace. Jamie leaves the room in pursuit of my pain-in-the-ass brother who has the worst timing in the world. I flop down on the bed, throwing my hands over my head, praying that this day doesn’t get any worse.
I hate fighting with Jamie. The only good thing that came out of our fight was he just confessed that he does see me as more than a best friend.
I can sense Jamie needing to tell me more. I saw it in his eyes . . . felt it when his fingers dug against my skin. I even felt it in the pulsing bulge between his legs as he held me tight against his chest. This is definitely not over between us and we just need time alone to figure this all out.
JAMIE
WALKING OUT OF Christian’s bedroom, the smell of burnt bacon turns my stomach. A cloud of smoke hangs in the air. Christian is rushing around, opening up the windows in the kitchen, so I help him out by opening the ones in the living room.
“How did you manage to fuck up breakfast, dude? You make breakfast for us almost every weekend, and you never manage to screw it up.” Christian is acting odd, so I know he is up to something.
Avoiding looking at me, he walks over to the cabinet and grabs the bagels and pops one in the toaster. He takes a few mugs from the cabinet and heads over to the coffee pot, “I wasn’t paying attention.”
I walk over and snatch a mug from the counter. Christian turns around and fills my mug with coffee. “What do you mean you weren’t paying attention?”
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