Starting Over by Barbie Bohrman Page B

little while more. But then his hand that had been massaging my breast reaches out to capture mine. He picks it up and smoothly snakes it behind his neck, then runs his fingers down, featherlight, from wrist to shoulder, until they reach my breast again, where he picks up right where he had left off.
    I’m lost in the feeling of his lips, his hands, and his body playing mine like a fine instrument. But when his hand leaves my chest and runs the length of my torso down, just past my navel and right above my pajama bottom, I begin to get slightly panicked.
    My body, which had been relaxed, tightens and Cameron notices, so he stops all his movements. We stay frozen like that for a couple of seconds until he breaks the silence.
    With his mouth by my ear and in a low voice, he says, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get carried away like that and scare you.”
    “You didn’t scare me.”
    “Are you sure?”
    I nod, and as my breathing returns to normal, he carefully removes my hand from behind his neck and presses a kiss to the back of it. He brings my hand down to rest on the comforter once again, but keeps his body right up against my backside.
    “Okay,” he says softly. He props himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “Do we want to talk about what just happened?”
    Shaking my head, my cheeks turning a shade of crimson, I say, “No, I’m good, thanks. But can I ask you something?”
    “Sure, go ahead.”
    “How did we end up in my bed?”
    Cameron’s face beams with a full smile and his dark eyes lighten at my question. “You don’t remember me trying to leave and you pulling me into your bed with you?”
    When I close my eyes, all the medicine and fever-fueled haze from the previous night comes back in a flash of moving pictures in my head. “Kind of,” I say and look into his eyes. “I’m so sorry about that. You should have just left me on the couch.”
    “Vanessa, I—”
    My cell phone buzzes from somewhere in my bedroom, interrupting him. And then I remember Josie and my entire family are due back today. My upper body jackknifes from the bed, my head darting around while I look for the phone. I find it on my dresser on the other side of the room. Leaving Cameron in the bed, I literally jump out of it and grab the phone to just miss Josie’s phone call.
    While I stare at it in my hand, waiting for the voice mail I’m sure she’s recording, Cameron says, “Is everything all right?”
    The phone buzzes with a voice mail alert, so I put up my finger to let him know I’ll be a second and listen to Josie’s message.
    “Hi, Mom, we all hope you’re feeling better. According to Uncle Alex, we’re about two hours away, but Aunt Julia,” she says in a deathly whisper, “says it’s more like an hour and a half if he listens to her directions. Anyway, they’ll be dropping me off soon and I can’t wait to see you. Love you. Bye.”
    I turn around to see Cameron is still in my bed, his jet-black hair is a tousled mess and makes him look delectably sleepy and sexy. And for a brief second, my thoughts edge on running my fingers through it while he does things to me. But sanity prevails.
    “Cameron, can we talk about this later?” I ask. “That was Josie, she’s almost home. And I would really rather not have to explain this to her just yet. Especially since I was supposed to be sick.”
    The corner of his mouth lifts in a grin. “Well, you were sick.”
    “Yes, I was, but thanks to . . . you, I’m feeling much better.”
    He rubs his jaw as his face breaks into a beautiful smile. “You’re welcome.” He finally kicks the comforter off and swings his legs over the side of the bed. Slowly, he pads over to where I’m standing in front of my dresser and stops just a breath away from me. “Before I go home, since it seems we are doing things backward and I would love to spend more time with you, please say yes to my next question, okay?”
    I press my lips together to keep from giggling,