Kendall
Elora and I head out to the pool the next morning as if nothing happened. She doesn’t comment on Camden or my pregnancy, just acts like everything’s normal. I don’t ask what she said to Camden. I’m too embarrassed.
I can’t be angry at her for taking up for me, but I hope that she didn’t tell Camden anything personal like how I’ve had a crush on him basically my whole life.
I feel like I look a little chubby in my bikini, so I wear a one piece with cutouts right above my love handles.
“You look great in that suit,” Elora says, as if she knows I feel insecure.
I smile at her gratefully. I was wrong last night to accuse her of wanting me to be invisible. I know it isn’t her fault that she’s so beautiful and straight-forward and that guys flock to her.
She’s always been lovely to me, and instead of apologizing, I lean against her and she hugs me from the side.
All is forgiven, just like any other time we’ve ever had a fight. It’s one thing I love about being friends with Elora . She never holds a grudge.
We do some laps, and when I get out at the shallow end of the pool, walking up the steps, I see Camden standing in the doorway of the indoor pool.
His eyes are on my body, slowly moving up to my face, and I swallow hard.
God, I still want him. Even with everything that’s been going on, even after everything he said about not giving up his old life, I still want him. He’s taken off his shirt, just wearing a pair of tight swim trunks, and I try not to look at his body.
Elora glares at him but doesn’t speak, just wrapping a towel around herself.
“I’m going to take a shower, Kendall,” she says, and winks at me. I know it’s her way of giving me and Camden some alone time.
“Hey,” Camden says as he approaches me, his voice low and soft. It sends a shiver down my spine and I try not to show it.
“Hey,” I answer awkwardly, not sure what to say. “Came for a swim?”
He puts one arm over his chest to stretch it and then the other, and it’s impossible not to stare at his muscles bulging.
“A small one,” he answers, and then he smirks. “But I think I’ll stay longer for the view.”
I feel my cheeks heat up.
“Can I come and visit you tonight?” he asks. “In your room?”
His green eyes are searching my face, and I lick my lips.
“You still want a physical relationship?”
He shrugs. “I don’t like the word relationship, but sure.”
I want to scoff but I’m honestly too turned on.
Cristo!
I know it’s wrong but looking at his muscular body, listening to the low tone of his voice in my ear.
“You can come to my room,” I say softly. “Anytime.”
He grins. “Good to know.”
But then I ruin it, because I just keep talking. “It’s not like anyone else will want me, anyway, not now.”
Camden frowns. “What are you talking about, principessa?”
My cheeks redden further and my chest constricts at the pet name, and I look down at my feet.
“I mean, I’m all fat and pregnant now. No one will look at me like that.”
“Principessa,” he says, trying to catch my gaze but I won’t look at him. Finally, he cups my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. “You’re crazy,” he says softly, almost a whisper. “Any man would be lucky to lay eyes on you.”
My breath hitches in my chest. “You think so?”
“I know so,” he says.
This hotter, older man always has a way of melting my insecurities away I love it.
“So, if I meet someone else while I’m pregnant…” I don’t know why I say it. I guess I’m trying to make him jealous, but it doesn’t work because he just looks away.
“You’re a free woman,” he murmurs, and then he walks past me and leaps into the deep end of the pool, swimming quickly, his back muscles rippling.
I look away and sigh, putting my hands to my red cheeks, and I wonder if he’ll visit me tonight. Do I want him to? Do I want to put myself through this all over again?
I glance over at him again, at his body and his handsome face as he comes out of the water at the shallow end, and it feels like there’s something boiling in my lower abdomen.
Yes. I’ll put myself through anything just to be with him, in whatever capacity I can.
Call me crazy but I’ll take what I can get.