drive a stick shift when I was sixteen. He would’ve loved to see me driving Cameron’s car, and I was wistful when I thought about how much my father would’ve approved of the man sitting next to me.
I wanted to feel this way always: fearless, the doubts lifted from my conscience. Bliss was within my grasp, and I had only to learn how to hold onto it forever.
Chapter Thirteen
“Why don’t you tell him no? I always blow off Kurt when he asks me to work out,” Brittany said as I dressed for my jog with Cameron.
“Doesn’t he remind you of how the two of you met when you refuse?”
“Yes, and I’m honest about it. I was only at the gym to meet guys.”
Jessica poked her head in. “I hope you have layers on. You’ll get overheated running in the sweatshirt. Here’s my armband case to hold your iPod,” she said and handed me the black holder.
“Thanks,” I said, tightening my shoelaces. I stretched for a minute and jumped up and down in place. “I didn’t realize Cameron ran daily until he invited me to come with him. I figured he was naturally that hot.”
Brittany snorted. “Very unlikely. I think that only happens in the movies. If Cam looks that damn good, he’s working for it. Kurt’s at the gym every day and gulping down protein shakes between meals.”
“He’s not the only one,” Jessica mumbled. “If you’re still together, I swear Kurt’s banned from the dorm during finals. Every night he stays over, it sounds like an animal that needs to be put out of its misery.”
“Sorry I’m the only one with an active sex life in this dorm.” Brittany gave me a challenging stare.
“Really, Kayla? You haven’t slept with Cameron yet?” Jessica asked. I shook my head, and she said, “I think that’s cool. Why rush it? You only get one first time with a person, it should be special.”
Brittany shook her head in disgust. “Romantic drivel. What if he’s crap in bed? You have all these feelings now and you’ll be stuck with him.”
“Don’t listen to her. The longer you’re together, the more comfortable you’ll be when you decide to take that step. The sex will be much better than if you jumped into bed with him the first night.”
Jessica’s words were encouraging. I’d been nervous about postponing sex, and she eased my worries. Brittany had been scandalized a twenty-three-year-old warm-blooded American male hadn’t made more of an effort to get me into bed. But Cameron seemed genuine about letting me set the pace for how physical we got.
Fifteen minutes later, I met him at a park a couple of miles from campus. He was sitting on the ground, looking relaxed, staring at a flock of birds flying overhead. I took a minute to study him undetected. He always looked self-assured, no matter what situation he found himself in.
He stood up at my approach and greeted me with a peck on the lips.
“Is this what you wear running?” I asked teasingly.
He was wearing a pair of black shorts that displayed his toned legs and a white tank top that clung to his chest. His skin was already a golden hue, despite the weather only recently turning warmer. I was dressed to ward off the frequent chills I had and wore a Trenton College sweatshirt and sweatpants.
“Usually; why?”
“I’m surprised you get any running in when you probably have to stop to catch all the swooning women you pass.”
He laughed. “What? The women I catch help me get my upper body workout.”
I playfully slapped his arm and resisted the urge to squeeze his bicep. I coughed instead. “I might slow you down today. I’m not much of a runner.”
“I’m not in a rush. We can take our time. There’s a trail I follow that loops around the entire park.”
We started off with a slow jog. I was able to keep pace for about a quarter of a mile. But when Cameron broke into a run, I was too winded to keep up with him. I wanted to push harder, but my body wasn’t cooperating. I didn’t consume enough calories to handle
I wanted to feel this way always: fearless, the doubts lifted from my conscience. Bliss was within my grasp, and I had only to learn how to hold onto it forever.
Chapter Thirteen
“Why don’t you tell him no? I always blow off Kurt when he asks me to work out,” Brittany said as I dressed for my jog with Cameron.
“Doesn’t he remind you of how the two of you met when you refuse?”
“Yes, and I’m honest about it. I was only at the gym to meet guys.”
Jessica poked her head in. “I hope you have layers on. You’ll get overheated running in the sweatshirt. Here’s my armband case to hold your iPod,” she said and handed me the black holder.
“Thanks,” I said, tightening my shoelaces. I stretched for a minute and jumped up and down in place. “I didn’t realize Cameron ran daily until he invited me to come with him. I figured he was naturally that hot.”
Brittany snorted. “Very unlikely. I think that only happens in the movies. If Cam looks that damn good, he’s working for it. Kurt’s at the gym every day and gulping down protein shakes between meals.”
“He’s not the only one,” Jessica mumbled. “If you’re still together, I swear Kurt’s banned from the dorm during finals. Every night he stays over, it sounds like an animal that needs to be put out of its misery.”
“Sorry I’m the only one with an active sex life in this dorm.” Brittany gave me a challenging stare.
“Really, Kayla? You haven’t slept with Cameron yet?” Jessica asked. I shook my head, and she said, “I think that’s cool. Why rush it? You only get one first time with a person, it should be special.”
Brittany shook her head in disgust. “Romantic drivel. What if he’s crap in bed? You have all these feelings now and you’ll be stuck with him.”
“Don’t listen to her. The longer you’re together, the more comfortable you’ll be when you decide to take that step. The sex will be much better than if you jumped into bed with him the first night.”
Jessica’s words were encouraging. I’d been nervous about postponing sex, and she eased my worries. Brittany had been scandalized a twenty-three-year-old warm-blooded American male hadn’t made more of an effort to get me into bed. But Cameron seemed genuine about letting me set the pace for how physical we got.
Fifteen minutes later, I met him at a park a couple of miles from campus. He was sitting on the ground, looking relaxed, staring at a flock of birds flying overhead. I took a minute to study him undetected. He always looked self-assured, no matter what situation he found himself in.
He stood up at my approach and greeted me with a peck on the lips.
“Is this what you wear running?” I asked teasingly.
He was wearing a pair of black shorts that displayed his toned legs and a white tank top that clung to his chest. His skin was already a golden hue, despite the weather only recently turning warmer. I was dressed to ward off the frequent chills I had and wore a Trenton College sweatshirt and sweatpants.
“Usually; why?”
“I’m surprised you get any running in when you probably have to stop to catch all the swooning women you pass.”
He laughed. “What? The women I catch help me get my upper body workout.”
I playfully slapped his arm and resisted the urge to squeeze his bicep. I coughed instead. “I might slow you down today. I’m not much of a runner.”
“I’m not in a rush. We can take our time. There’s a trail I follow that loops around the entire park.”
We started off with a slow jog. I was able to keep pace for about a quarter of a mile. But when Cameron broke into a run, I was too winded to keep up with him. I wanted to push harder, but my body wasn’t cooperating. I didn’t consume enough calories to handle
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