Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,53
so much. I was still upset, but for some reason I felt safe; untouchable even. It was almost like being at Wes’ house made my problems nonexistent, at least temporarily.
After my shower I changed into his clean clothes. They smelled like him, and for a few moments I took in the aroma, appreciating how it reminded me of our time at the swimming hole.
When I went downstairs I could hear him on the phone, and gathered he was talking to my brother. “Yeah, I know. I saw her go into her room. She was freaking out. I left right after that though. I hope you find her. She’s probably hiding out somewhere. You know how girls are. One of your cousins must be covering for her. Yeah, I’ll catch you later. We’ll get together next weekend or something.”
It wasn’t until he hung up that I let my presence be known. I sat on the couch next to him, bringing my legs up under my butt to get more comfortable. My hair was sopping wet, and even though I’d put my bra back on, it was pretty obvious I was a bit on the chilly side. Wes noticed right away. I motioned for him to look at my face and not my tits. “Hey, eyes up here.”
“Sorry. It’s a natural reaction. Would you like a blanket to cover those things up? It’s awfully bright in here.”
I tossed a pillow in his direction. “Jerk. Yes, I’d like a blanket.”
He pulled one off the back of the sofa and handed it to me with a ornery grin on his face. “Here you go, even though the extra lights weren’t bothering me at all.”
“Keep it up and I’m going to bed.”
“Just pretend I’m not here.”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s kind of hard to do. You’re sitting next to me. I can smell you.”
“Smell me?” He seemed worried. “What the hell do I smell like?”
“Let me see.” I tapped on my lips. “Dryer sheets and cinnamon.”
“I’m not even going to ask where you came up with that.”
“We should play cards,” I suggested.
“Strip poker?”
“Rummy?” I countered.
“Strip poker is way more fun.”
“So, you brought me here to see me naked? Do you have cameras in the bathroom upstairs? Do you invite women here to watch them shower and shave? Does it turn you on when we bend over to wash our feet?”
He gave me this look like I was clinically insane. “Are you being serious? That was a little detailed.”
I giggled. “Sorry. That was the last guy I was involved with.”
“It’s too bad he was such a douche. If you would have dated me first your life would still be on track.”
“How do you figure? You live across the country. There’s no way we’d ever see one another.”
“We’d figure it out. I’m open to a long distance romance. Remember that for when you get things worked out and realize you had fun when you were with me.”
“You do make it easier.” I agreed.
“So, about that strip poker. Is it a definite no, or a possibly yes?”
I laughed and shook my head. “Go get a set of cards and I’ll give you my answer.”
It was wrong to be smiling so soon after having it out with my dad. I think it was my body’s way of coping. If I wasn’t carrying on with Wes I knew I’d be crying myself to sleep. Since I didn’t want to keep doing that, the end justified the means.
Chapter 21
It was surreal how she was sitting in my living room. Had I known I was going to have company I would have done a better job hiding my collection of nude magazines and porn. Thankfully, Cammie hadn't gotten up to snoop. As soon as she decided to head to bed, I'd put them under a mattress to avoid an awkward discovery.
The last thing I wanted was for this beautiful woman to think I was some kind of pervert. Of course I'd done a pretty top-notch job so far when she came down from her shower with rock hard nipples. What man wouldn't draw attention to them? They were perfect, and if I was being ridiculously inappropriate, I'd say I'd like to see them in the flesh. However, I'd already come to the utmost conclusion that Cammie was worth too much to take for granted. She needed a friend, and as much as I would have liked for her to end up in my bed, I knew not to push my luck.
After locating