with her. “Do you know what it would be like to kiss a guy… and feel his death course through you at the same time?” I shake my head when she rolls her eyes at me. “Nevermind. Can we just go? Please. We’re not going to make it back in time if we don’t get going.”
“You are so freaking weird sometimes.” Pressing the button on the door, she rolls down the window and waves him over. “Lighten up.”
He walks over with a swagger to his hips, his legs taking long strides, and there’s cockiness in the way he moves. Each step states self-assurance and sex pretty much drips off him as he bends down and rests his arms on the door, his dark eyes taking us in leisurely.
“Hi there, gorgeous,” Raven purrs in a seductive tone as she slides her finger up his arm. “We noticed someone is finally moving into Old Man Carey’s house and we thought we’d come over and introduce ourselves.”
“Old Man Carey’s?” He cocks his head, amused, but beneath it there’s anguish. “I assume you’re talking about my grandfather.”
“Oh, he was your grandfather?” Raven presses her hand to her heart. “I was so sorry to hear that he died.”
“You knew him?” the stranger asks with doubt. “Really?”
“Oh yeah, I used to bring him soup all the time when he was sick.” She licks her lips slowly. “I was very heartbroken when he died.”
“I bet you were.” His eyes focus on me, causing my adrenaline to surge. “Did you get your notebook back, Ember?”
I pressed my lips together, shocked. I thought he’d deny he knew me, considering the circumstances that we met under.
“I did.” I straighten up in the seat and tuck my hair behind my ears. “Thank you for dropping it off at my house.”
“I could tell it was important to you.” His gaze penetrates under my skin as he leans in through the open window. “Did you get my message?”
“You mean the poem?” I ask and he nods. “Yeah, I got it… It was sad and beautiful.”
“But did you get it, get it?” His voice hauntingly floats out like the night I first saw him. He sucks his lip up between his teeth, waiting for my response.
“I’m not sure…” I can’t take my eyes off him, the need to touch him scorching inside my body like liquid fire in my veins. It’s intense, like standing at the edge of a cliff, preparing to base jump, but I’m not sure if the parachute will open.
“Read it closer.” His eyes smolder as he releases his lip from his teeth and a small gasp escapes my mouth. He smiles, pleased at my reaction. “I think you’ll get it eventually.”
I’d blush if I wasn’t so sexually riled up on the inside. “I’m sure I will.”
Raven clears her throat and her tone is snippy. “Sorry to break up your guys’ little moment—since personally I’d love to see if you end up screwing each other.” She rolls her eyes. “But we gotta get going.”
I blink at the sound of her voice. I’d forgot she was there. “Yeah, we should get going.”
“Right…” He pats the car door as he ducks his head and steps away. “Maybe I’ll see you around later tonight, Ember.” He winks at me. “At the cemetery.”
My stomach flutters with fear and exhilaration. “Yeah, maybe.”
Raven rolls the car forward and he starts to walk away.
“Wait,” I call out and he stops. “You never told me your name.”
Raven cocks a reprimanding eyebrow at me. “Don’t you mean us?”
“Cameron.” He flashes me a sexy grin. “Cameron Logan.” He waves and turns away from us, strutting up to the movers opening the back of the U-Haul.
Raven rolls up her window and turns the car around, heading for the main road. “Okay, what the fuck was that about? Since when are you such a little slut?”
“I wasn’t being a slut,” I protest, not taking it personally, because Raven calls just about anyone a slut. “I was being friendly.”
“You never talk to guys like that,” she accuses, flooring the car to the end of our street, and then she veers to the right and speeds off onto the highway. “And how did he know your name? And where you live?”
“They were on my journal.” I shrug, still dazed over what happened.
“Still, it’s really creepy.” She flips down the visor. “And what poem were you guys talking about?”
I roll down the window and let the breeze cool off my stifling skin. “The one he wrote