More Than Forever(109)

He hands me a bunch of flowers and kisses me on the cheek.

I take them, thank him, and mumble under my breath that I'd rather have his dick than the flowers.

"Are you okay, babe?" he asks.

"Yup. Just give me two minutes to finish getting ready."

He sits on the bed and I go to the bathroom. I smile as I finish getting dressed. "Game on, Cam."

His eyes go wide when he sees me. Tank top, short frilly skirt, so short you can see the top of my stockings, and the bottom of the suspenders.

"Holy fucking shit," he whispers, covering his junk with my pillow.

I grab a knee length jacket and cover myself. "Ready, baby?"

He swallows loudly and nods. "Y-y-yeah."

***

I take his hand while he drives to wherever we're going, and I set it on the inside of my bare thigh. He makes a noise from deep in his throat and wipes his mouth with his shoulder. Slowly, and attempted casually, I start to scoot lower in my seat, letting his hand drift higher.

He pulls the car over into a parking lot. "Fuck."

Score one for me.

"What the hell are you doing?" he clips.

I bat my eyelashes. "What do you mean?"

He shakes his head, his darkened eyes burning with lust. "You're gonna get me in trouble, Luce."

I try to hide my smile.

He looks around the lot. "Two minutes," he says to himself, before hitting the accelerator. His tires spin as he drives away. He squirms in his seat, continuously adjusting himself.

Score two for me.

***

He takes us to a storage warehouse. "This is... um..."

He laughs once, taking my hand and helping me out of his car. "What? Like that time I took you to see Filmore?"

"A little, yeah."

We walk past five rows of storage units before he stops. "This is me," he informs, pulling keys from his pocket.

I start to shrug out of my jacket, but he stops me. "You might want to leave that on for a little longer."

"Okay?"

He smiles down at me, before holding my face in his hands and kissing me. "I love you, Lucy." He unlocks the door and slides it up.

And my eyes are everywhere, all at once, taking everything in. "What is this?"

"Mom," he says.

"This is your mom? What?"

Heather's laugh kicks sense back into me. "Bye kids," she says. And then she's gone.

"What the hell?"

He slides the door back down and walks over to me.

"I needed Mom's help. That's why she was here. It's also why I told you to keep your jacket on, but now that you're here..." He unbuttons my jacket and slides it off my shoulders, exposing me to him. But my eyes are too busy looking around at the paintings on the wall, the sketches all over the place. There are light boxes and draft tables and a..."Candlelit dinner?"

He laughs. "This is my studio. Mark helped me find it. He leased it out for a year. This is where I came to make your murals and the sketches in your room. I come here to work, study, whatever." He leans against a light box and watches as I take everything in.

"You're starting to paint a lot with colors." I glance at him quickly. "This is amazing, baby."

He doesn't speak. Just continues to watch.

"Are you thinking of changing majors? Change to art?"

He stands next to me now, taking my hand in his. "No. I've realized my passion is in design. The art stuff, that's just for us."

I turn and look up at him. "I'm kind of speechless right now. I'm... I don't know... it just seems wrong for me to say I'm proud of you, because I didn't really do anything to help you but I feel—"

"Of course you did, Luce," he cuts in. "You believed in me. That meant everything."

I blink back the tears and inhale deeply. "So candlelit dinner?"

He nods and then points to the floor.

I drop my gaze. "Rose petals?" I squeal. I hadn't even noticed.

"And," he says, walking over to a fire pit. He spends a few seconds lighting it before he says, "Open fireplace."

I pout. "Like you wanted for our first time?"

He nods again. "This is the first of many first times for us. It doesn't matter that we've experienced it all. It's different this time; there are no questions, no uncertainties. You and me, babe, forever."

Score one million for Cameron.

But I don't mind, because it's score infinity for me.

***

We eat dinner and talk, and laugh, and get to know each other, like it's the first time. And we fall even more in love. Afterwards, he asks me to sit for him on the pullout sofa bed he has in there. So I do. He takes his time sketching me. And every time he looks up from his sketch with a slight smile on his face, he makes me feel beautiful. And I know that I could be wearing what I'm wearing, or I could be wearing my frumpy pajamas, and he'd still look at me that way. Because he always has, and he always will.