“Pretty sure I need another shower,” she says when we break apart. “I’m a sweaty mess.”
“Me too. I think we should conserve water,” I tell her, and she nods, then follows me to the bathroom. I turn on the water and allow her to step in, taking in every inch of her gorgeous curves. I’m so fucking lucky.
I squirt shampoo in my palm and gently massage her scalp. She closes her eyes, and a small smile plays on her lips.
“Have I told you how much I love you today?” I ask her, grabbing her body wash and paying extra attention to her breasts, then moving down to her sensitive areas.
“Actions sometimes speak louder than words,” she mutters, and I chuckle.
“I love you,” I whisper against the shell of her ear as the warm water falls over our bodies. “I’ll love you till the day I die.”
She smiles so sweet as she plucks her lip. “I love you too, Eli.”
I reach around and grab a handful of her ass until she squeals. She washes me, and then we make out until our skin prunes. We wrap fluffy towels around our bodies and go back to the bedroom.
She lifts an eyebrow as she gazes her eyes down my body. “Ready for round two?”
Genuine laughter escapes me as I move closer to her. “I’ll never tell you no. My cock is yours. Prince Harry 2.0.”
Cami nearly doubles over, then takes me in her hand before kneeling in front of me as she sucks me long and hard.
We make love for the rest of the afternoon, only taking breaks for food and quick naps. I hold her and make sure she knows how much she means to me, and how in love with her I am. What we have is more real than anything I’ve ever experienced, and I wasn’t lying when I told her I’d love her until the day I die. Honestly, I can’t imagine a day without her in my life; that’s how quickly she’s burrowed into my heart and soul.
Cameron St. James is my everything, and I’ll spend forever proving that to her.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
CAMERON
DAY 90
We've officially been in the cabin for three months, but it hasn't been what I expected at all when I first decided to come here. When Eli first arrived, I was convinced it’d be hell sharing this space with him. Little did I know, I'd fall stupidly in love with him and end up never wanting to leave this place or his side.
A week ago, I got the news that my graduation ceremony was canceled, and I feel cheated as hell. I understand why, but for the past four years, I imagined walking across that stage and getting my diploma. I've been excited to give my valedictorian speech since I knew I was in the running. Though I won’t be giving it in front of everyone, I still plan to record myself so they can hear it. Getting this honor was hard work, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to speak to my peers one more time. I know I’m not the only one who’s missing out on events such as this right now, and even though I understand this is our new reality, it's still hard to cope with.
Eli notices my mood is off and wraps his arm around my waist as I make coffee.
"What's wrong?" he asks. Anytime he's around, my whole demeanor changes.
"Just thinking about graduation, that's all," I tell him, turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck as he dips down and presses his mouth against mine.
"Babe." He smiles, lifting my chin. "You should be so fucking proud of all that you accomplished, especially since you finished your last semester online and during a pandemic when you were sick. You are at the top of your class at one of the most difficult universities in the country. No one or nothing can ever take that away from you. Ever."
I smile and nod. "You're right. I don't want to seem like a brat. I'm just disappointed."
"You're not a brat for that. For other things, absolutely, but for that, nah," he tells me with a wink, and I playfully smack him. I love how grounded he keeps me. It's nice to have a boyfriend who isn't an elitist.
"Hungry?" he asks.
"I'm always hungry," I throw back. "For your Prince Harry."
“I thought you named him Zeus?” He arches a curious brow.
I giggle. “Not when it gets me off better than the vibrator. Then it deserves the royal name.”
He laughs and goes to the fridge and pulls out ingredients for breakfast. "You're a sex fiend, but that's why I love you."
"That's not the only reason," I argue. My stomach growls just as the espresso finishes brewing. I fill two mugs, then hand him one. After I add cream to mine, I lean against the counter and admire how sexy Eli is. I can't stop staring at his bare chest and how his sweats hang low on his hips, showing that V that goes to the happiest place on earth, but I’m not referring to Disney World. Though what he does sure is fucking magical.
He catches me gawking and lifts an eyebrow, and I swear if he wasn't almost finished cooking, I'd fuck him until tomorrow. “Yes?”
I clear my throat, not even sorry he caught me. “Stop looking sexy, and I’d stop staring.”
“My bad.” He smirks.
"So..." I speak up to get my mind out of the gutter. "I’m going to FaceTime Mommy Dearest today."
He laughs. "Yeah?"
"I still can't believe how giddy she is about us being together," I say. I think back to a couple of weeks ago when I finally told my parents. They were so supportive that if I wasn’t already living in the twilight zone, I definitely would be now. Daddy always stressed to marry a wealthy man with status who could contribute to the family name. My mom, on the other hand, always told me to marry for love. She didn’t and later regretted it. It’s obvious they’re not in love and would be happier apart.
"Your mom has always loved me. Seriously, I was more worried about your dad than her."
“Really? I was worried he’d give you one of those fatherly ‘you break my daughter’s heart, and I’ll break your neck’ speeches. Or worse, they’d make you join the country club.” I look down his body again. “But there’s just no way you’d properly fit in,” I say with laughter.
He chuckles, shaking his head. "Oh really? Don’t think I can pull off a thousand dollar polo and slacks and order the servers around while I brag about my mistress?"
I roll my eyes at his mockery. "You’re hilarious. Keep that up, and they’ll forbid us from being together. Then again, if they would've disapproved, we'd be married right now."
"Hot damn!" he shouts ecstatically. "That's too bad because I'd marry you in a heartbeat."
He turns off the stove, slides our food onto plates, and we move to the bar. I'm sitting so close to him as we eat that I'm practically on his lap. "Did you mean it?"
"Mean what?" he asks around a mouthful.
"That you'd marry me in a heartbeat."
Eli finishes chewing, then turns and grabs my hand. We're nearly facing each other in the barstools. "Without a doubt, Cami. I've seen you nearly every day for the past ninety days, and while I hate the state of the world, I'm grateful to spend this uninterrupted time with you. I honestly don't remember what life was like without you in it, and I don't want to. You're my everything, baby. I mean it, but I do worry sometimes that I'm not good enough for you."