tell how tense he was. “Well I’m not that kind of
person, Teague. And I don’t have a boyfriend, but I have a guy back
home that I go out with on occasion. We’re just friends,
though.”
“And he’s not considered a boyfriend?”
“I don’t have boyfriends,” she shrugged.
“I’d rather not be tied down with one. They’re needy and whiny, and
a huge pain in my ass.”
Teague studied her curiously. “Man, I could
say the same thing about girls but probably sound like a total
asshole.”
Camryn pulled her phone out of her pocket
and scrolled through it. “His name is Brandon. Wanna ask him?” She
held up the phone so Teague could see his name and number.
“No,” he scoffed. “But send him a text to
tell him it’s over; you’re seeing someone else.”
She slowly smiled, partly because of the
newness of this arrangement, but mostly because his command was so
sexy. “I told you, we’re just friends. If I told him ‘it’s over,’
he’d be confused.”
He stared at her for a second, studying her
carefully. “It’s that casual, huh?”
Returning the phone to her pocket she
shrugged. “He’s not my type. It’s no loss for him.” Teague’s eyes
narrowed and Camryn could sense his disapproval. “He likes to see
other people, too,” she told him honestly.
“Why the hell would he see other people when
he’s got you ?”
She forced a smile to hide the massive hole
in her heart. “There’s not much of me to even have, Teague. You’ll
learn that soon enough.”
“Now that sounds like another
challenge.”
“It’s not meant to be. It’s a
disclaimer.”
“Don’t we all come with one? I’ve got
issues, too. I don’t let people get close to me, either. I’d rather
keep my shit in the closet without feeling obligated to share just
because I’ve been with a girl for more than a day.”
Camryn could feel her face turn pale. He was
stating it to her as if she’d already admitted the same thing. I’ve
got issues, too ; I don’t let people get close to me, either. She looked away from him and faced the railing. Was
she glad he’d said that or not? She didn’t like all this serious
talk. She wanted the fun and playful Teague to return.
She felt his presence behind her, and when
his hand softly gathered her hair and placed it over one shoulder,
she felt a shiver travel up her spine. But then she felt his lips just below her ear and she couldn’t stop herself from
swallowing, just like she couldn’t prevent her heart from beating
the hell out of her chest.
“This isn’t kissing you,” he whispered, his
breath and lips tickling her skin. “I’m just talking and happen to
be very, very close to you.”
Oh. Good. Lord.
Camryn could feel the heat sear into her
skin and it spread quickly. That was fear, right? Fear and panic
that wanted to consume her any time she considered moving on. But
there was something different this time. She didn’t feel the angry,
defensive reaction that she normally would. Was it because she
actually liked Teague? This was the guy she’d chosen to get her
back into the game, but she didn’t expect to actually feel
something between them.
She was glad the railing was right in front
of her because she might have to hold on.
Teague slid his arm around her waist and
placed his hand against her stomach, pressing her back to his
chest. His body was so warm that Camryn closed her eyes to actually
enjoy the heat against her. His other hand reached for her wrist
and brought it up to his mouth at the same time. He placed her
wrist to his mouth and said, “And this isn’t kissing you
either.”
His lips tickled her skin again and she was
already regretting her little challenge to him. She’d wanted to
shed herself of the fear she felt whenever she was around anyone
but Brandon, but really… What was she thinking orchestrating such a
bet?
And Teague was probably the last person she should be doing this with. He was way too charming; way
too playful