Chapter 13
Cameron lay in my arms, his face cradled in my neck.
It was Monday afternoon, and I’d invited him over to talk. When I’d first told him my plans to move, he’d reacted fairly well. But as the truth of it had sunk in, he’d turned on me. Soon enough, he was crying and throwing couch pillows at me.
When I’d reached out to hug him, he’d run for my bedroom and slammed the door. I’d sat on the edge of the bed. He’d pulled on my clothes and kissed me.
I’d kissed him, finally calming him down, and now we were lying together, waiting for the tide to recede.
“You’re the only man that I’ve ever freakin’ loved.” Cameron sniffled. “I mean, I didn’t think that I loved you, really loved you, until now.”
“Do you trust me?” I stroked his hair. “Do you believe in me?”
“Yeah, Allan, all the
