Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,55
ever lie to her?”
I shrugged. “I suppose I might of. I don’t know. I didn’t have reason to. I’d never sway a woman because I was being selfish. Everyone lies though, so I guess it’s possible.”
She nodded and kept to herself while she took her turn, laying all her cards down at once. “I’m out.”
I tossed my hand on the table and ran my hands through my hair, before reaching down to lower my boxers.
Cammie’s hand came over and stopped me before they were below my hips. “Don’t. That’s silly. I told you I would win. You don’t need to take off your shorts. I believe you’re hung. It’s all good.”
I sat back down, feeling like the mood had changed from playful to serious again. “Was it something I said?”
“No, of course not.” She stuck her hands in her lap. “We don’t have to play anymore.”
“I was just warming up.”
She smiled. “I bet.”
“Damn, I was hoping to win one hand so I could see what option you’d go for.”
“Which one do you think?” She inquired.
“Either would be equally epic.”
“I shouldn’t have come here with you tonight, Wes. When we’re alone you make it seem like my problems don’t exist.”
“It’s what I do,” I offered.
“Most guys would run away from a pregnant train-wreck.”
“I’m not most guys, and you’re definitely not most girls. Cammie, you’re THE girl. I know you think I’m jumping to a conclusion prematurely, but I’ve never been more certain about anything. I’m not a romantic. I never thought love at first sight was possible, but now I’m wondering if it is. Perhaps time has only made it more true.”
“Please don’t talk about love, Wes.”
“Sorry, you want someone who can be honest all the time. A part of me has loved you since I was a teenager. That’s the God’s honest truth. Getting to know you now is beneficial to those old feelings, but there’s nothing in my life I’ve ever been sure of.”
I expected her to get up and go to bed, where she’d lock the door and stick a chair in front of it so I wouldn’t be able to break in and ravage her.
Instead, Cammie reached for my hand and laced it with her own. We sat there for a few seconds looking at each other. I stared into her eyes silently pleading that we could stay like it forever. I wondered what she was thinking and if by some chance we were finally on the same page.
“If things were different I think we could be good together, Wes, but you and I both know it’s just a fantasy. I’m in a heap of shit. I can’t add to my problems.”
“What if I’m not a problem? What if I’m part of the solution?”
“Life isn’t that fair.”
“It could be. What do you have to lose? Give me a shot. Let me show you you’re worth it. I’m not asking as the horny teenager who beat off to your image. I’m asking as the man who thinks you’re flawless inside and out.”
Her lips parted with no words coming out. She was thinking about what I said, coming up with the perfect way to let me down easy, so it seemed.
With her eyes welling up with fresh tears, she stared at me. “I don’t understand how you could still want me. What if once you get what you want you decide it’s not that great? I can’t afford to get hurt anymore.”
“You’re crazy if you think I’d do that. Come on, Cam, it’s me, Buck, the guy you made fun of when we were kids. I’m not some loser trying to get into your pants because it’s on my bucket list. My life is set in stone. I know where I’ll be in ten years. There isn’t uncertainty it’s solidity. How will we know if it could be good if we don’t give it a try? You say it’s not the right time, but when will it ever be? Take a chance, Cammie. Take a chance on me. Give me a week. Give me one damn week to prove you and I could be great. If it’s not what we expected than you can walk away without regret, and I swear I’ll let you go. It’s seven days out of your life. In fact, it’s seven nights. I’ll be at school during the day, and you’ll be making calls and managing your issues. Seven nights. I won’t expect anything sexual.”
She laughed at that.
“It will kill me, but I’m serious.