As they laughed with one another, I stood up and quietly left the room, heading to Cam's bedroom for a moment of peace so I could wrap my head around the fact that in a few months' time I would be starting a new career.
A career.
Shaking my head in wonder, I closed Cam's door and then crept across the room to carefully lie on his bed. Getting comfortable, I kicked off my shoes, my mind whirring with new plans as I lay there.
My eyes snapped down from the ceiling at the sound of the door opening, and I wasn't surprised to see Cam slip inside the room, shutting the door behind him. He smiled at me as he came over and settled beside me.
'You all right?'
I nodded, reaching up to stroke his cheek. 'Just needed a moment to process.'
He cozied up to me and I rolled into him, enjoying the feel of his arms around me. I breathed in the smell of his aftershave and rubbed my forehead against the bristly line of his jaw.
'Today's a good day,' I murmured, content.
'Well, I don't know if I'm about to make it better or worse.'
Remembering the last time he'd said that, I tensed in expectation. It had been just before I discovered Uncle Mick and Olivia in his sitting room. Hopefully, whatever he was about to say would be as nice a surprise as that one. Fingers crossed. 'Okay,' I answered warily.
Cam took a measured breath. 'You said last week you thought you needed to leave your mum and you didn't know what to do.'
'Aye.' My good mood fled at the thought of it.
'I think I have a solution, but I don't know how you're going to react to it.'
I waited.
Cam's hand cupped my hip and he murmured above my head. 'Move in with me. You and Cole.'
At the life-altering suggestion, I jolted back and instantly flinched at the sharp pain in my side. Clearing my expression so he didn't think I was wincing at the thought of living with him, I gazed up into Cam's suddenly uncertain face. 'You're asking us to move in with you?'
'Yeah.' He gestured to the room. 'There's plenty of space. It means you'll not have to worry about Cole being left in the flat with your mum, but it also means that you can check on your mum anytime you want to.'
'But Mum's rent … her disability won't cover it.'
'Keep paying it. We can use the place as extra storage as well.'
'I can't afford to pay two rentals.'
'You won't have to. I pay rent on this place anyway. I'll keep paying it. We'll just have to chip in on food and utilities together.'
My heart was pounding hard at the offer, my emotions (and my body) screaming 'Yes!' at the thought of getting to wake up next to him every morning, but my mind was playing it way more safe. 'We can't intrude in your life like that, Cam. You're not just asking your girlfriend to move in with you. You're taking on a teenage boy as well.'
My caution caused a smile to form on his perfect mouth. 'Baby, I already have taken on a teenage boy. I spend just as much time with the kid as I spend with you. He's a good lad. I love him. I love you both. So will you move in with me?'
Tears started to fill my eyes as my chest compressed with too much feeling. 'You love him?'
He shook his head at my tears. 'Christ almighty, I've set you off.'
I slapped at him halfheartedly. 'Don't ruin the unbelievable romanticism of the moment.'
'Was that a yes?'
Moving in with Cameron was a huge step for the three of us, but after all our ups and downs we'd come out stronger than ever. I believed we could do this, that I was ready, and that for now it was the best solution to our problem with Mum.
I snuggled deeper into Cam's chest and closed my eyes as his arms automatically tightened around me. 'That was a big, fat yes.' As Cam relaxed beneath me, I realized how tense he'd been about asking, and an overwhelming rush of love for him washed over me. That love quickly turned into lusty tingles in all my lusty places as I felt the heat of his skin through his T-shirt. 'God damn these ribs,' I muttered, my voice now hoarse with sexual frustration.
Understanding, Cam groaned. 'Baby, don't. I'm struggling as it is without hearing that you're struggling too.'
'I know,' I murmured plaintively, my wicked thoughts pouring into my hand as it slid slowly down Cam's stomach and over his jeans. He hissed, inhaling sharply as I rubbed my hand hard over his growing erection.
'Are you trying to torture me?'
I shook my head. 'If you're up for nice and slow' – my fingers fumbled as I undid the button on his jeans and then slipped the zip down – 'I can ease some of the pain.'
'Jo, you don't have to,' he argued, but it was a halfhearted protest, and I could feel his chest rising and falling in excited breaths.
'I want to.'