CAMERON
"Cam, are you okay? You are scaring me."
What?
No, I mean to voice it. "What?"
"You do not look yourself." She says, creases on her forehead.
"Oh, no. I think you caught me after a nap. I am sorry." I start the car.
"You do not have to apologize," She whispers, and her fingers come running over my arm. The things it does within me, I just draw in a breath and step on the acceleration, praying I don't crash us.
With a sigh, I turn to her, stealing glances between concentrating on the road as I try to gather myself. "So how was your day?"
"I just told you." She smiles, not with criticism just gently and beguiling.
"Yes. Uhm." I nod.
Of course, she did.
"Tell me about yours. What did you do?" she softly asks, and I didn't anticipate it but she drives her fingers into my h
