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last year after talking to the owner at a classic car show.”
He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in and got comfortable in the black leather bucket seat. It was a two-door model, and the interior was as pristine as the bodywork. Cameron climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine revved to life, and I found the loud rumble of the motor satisfying.
“Wow, you have the best car ever,” I sighed. I grazed my fingers lovingly over the dashboard.
“I think it’s really cute how excited you’re getting about my car,” he joked.
Leaning toward me, he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I tilted toward him and pressed my lips against his. I set the rhythm of the kiss, starting out slow, leisurely exploring every bit of his mouth. As the fire built between us, my kisses turned fast and passionate.
I pulled away with a whimper. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the coffee shop.” I motioned to the inside of the car. “This is surprising. I figured you’d drive something more businesslike, a sedan or something.”
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “I have a shitty job; I have to find ways to have fun outside of work.”
“And what other ways do you like to have fun?” I asked flirtatiously.
Without any warning, his mouth crushed against mine and I parted my lips for him. As we pulled apart, the tip of his ring finger traced a line across my swollen bottom lip. “I also have a motorcycle. You’ll have to take a ride with me once the weather warms up.”
I blanched. “I think I’m too much of a wimp to ride on a motorcycle.”
His eyes danced with amusement. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
I rested against the seat and took a minute to study him. “You’re a credit card rep who has a muscle car and rides a motorcycle. You’re certainly unique.”
“I like you a lot, Kayla.” Cameron’s tone softened. “Will you have dinner with me?”
I almost groaned out loud. Why did so much of our lives have to focus on food? “That sounds nice,” I said noncommittally.
“Are you free Friday night?”
“No, I’m going home for the weekend. My mother wants to spend time with me for my birthday.” That was the nice way of putting it. In actuality, my mom wanted to continue her reign of emotional damage until I was close to imploding.
“How about Thursday then?”
Since I was free on Thursday, we made plans for him to pick me up from the dorm at seven. My anticipation level would be at an all-time high waiting for our date all week. Maybe Cameron would be able to help me rediscover what happiness looked like.
Chapter Nine
The stomach cramps began at eight in the morning. They woke me from a deep slumber and I clutched my mid-section in agony. I made it to the bathroom with only seconds to spare.
After leaving Starbucks, the cookie began to haunt me. Along with the cake and pizza from the night before, I suspected the weight I’d worked so hard to lose would creep back on. All the nights I went to bed crying because I was ravenous would be for naught.
By the time I returned to the dorm, it would’ve been too late to throw up the cookie. With this in mind, I ended up pulling into the closest pharmacy. I combed the store until I found the aisle with the digestive aids. I had no idea how effective the laxatives were and chose the box labeled maximum strength.
As I swallowed two pills, chasing the medicine down with a sip of the bottled water I purchased, I skimmed the directions on the back. The laxatives would produce a bowel movement within twenty-four hours and should be taken with plenty of water. The recommended dosage was two capsules, but I swallowed another two to be sure the pills would empty out whatever was left behind from my two days of snacking.
I cried out as I sat miserably on the toilet the next morning. The cramps stabbed at my gut and wouldn’t let up. Once I finished going to the bathroom, I thought the worst was over. But instead, the ache
He opened the passenger door for me, and I slid in and got comfortable in the black leather bucket seat. It was a two-door model, and the interior was as pristine as the bodywork. Cameron climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key. The engine revved to life, and I found the loud rumble of the motor satisfying.
“Wow, you have the best car ever,” I sighed. I grazed my fingers lovingly over the dashboard.
“I think it’s really cute how excited you’re getting about my car,” he joked.
Leaning toward me, he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I tilted toward him and pressed my lips against his. I set the rhythm of the kiss, starting out slow, leisurely exploring every bit of his mouth. As the fire built between us, my kisses turned fast and passionate.
I pulled away with a whimper. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the coffee shop.” I motioned to the inside of the car. “This is surprising. I figured you’d drive something more businesslike, a sedan or something.”
“Nope,” he said, shaking his head. “I have a shitty job; I have to find ways to have fun outside of work.”
“And what other ways do you like to have fun?” I asked flirtatiously.
Without any warning, his mouth crushed against mine and I parted my lips for him. As we pulled apart, the tip of his ring finger traced a line across my swollen bottom lip. “I also have a motorcycle. You’ll have to take a ride with me once the weather warms up.”
I blanched. “I think I’m too much of a wimp to ride on a motorcycle.”
His eyes danced with amusement. “You’ll love it, I promise.”
I rested against the seat and took a minute to study him. “You’re a credit card rep who has a muscle car and rides a motorcycle. You’re certainly unique.”
“I like you a lot, Kayla.” Cameron’s tone softened. “Will you have dinner with me?”
I almost groaned out loud. Why did so much of our lives have to focus on food? “That sounds nice,” I said noncommittally.
“Are you free Friday night?”
“No, I’m going home for the weekend. My mother wants to spend time with me for my birthday.” That was the nice way of putting it. In actuality, my mom wanted to continue her reign of emotional damage until I was close to imploding.
“How about Thursday then?”
Since I was free on Thursday, we made plans for him to pick me up from the dorm at seven. My anticipation level would be at an all-time high waiting for our date all week. Maybe Cameron would be able to help me rediscover what happiness looked like.
Chapter Nine
The stomach cramps began at eight in the morning. They woke me from a deep slumber and I clutched my mid-section in agony. I made it to the bathroom with only seconds to spare.
After leaving Starbucks, the cookie began to haunt me. Along with the cake and pizza from the night before, I suspected the weight I’d worked so hard to lose would creep back on. All the nights I went to bed crying because I was ravenous would be for naught.
By the time I returned to the dorm, it would’ve been too late to throw up the cookie. With this in mind, I ended up pulling into the closest pharmacy. I combed the store until I found the aisle with the digestive aids. I had no idea how effective the laxatives were and chose the box labeled maximum strength.
As I swallowed two pills, chasing the medicine down with a sip of the bottled water I purchased, I skimmed the directions on the back. The laxatives would produce a bowel movement within twenty-four hours and should be taken with plenty of water. The recommended dosage was two capsules, but I swallowed another two to be sure the pills would empty out whatever was left behind from my two days of snacking.
I cried out as I sat miserably on the toilet the next morning. The cramps stabbed at my gut and wouldn’t let up. Once I finished going to the bathroom, I thought the worst was over. But instead, the ache
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