“Hi,” Isabella touched his chest.
“Hi, can I come in?” Cam eyed her curiously as she subconsciously blocked his entrance.
“Yes,” she stepped backwards as she realized she barred the entrance and led him inside. Casper, at the top of the stairs let out one annoyed bark and then trotted down the stairs to plunk on the bottom step to eye Cam critically. “He’s irritated you’re disrupting his sleep.”
“I drove by and saw the light on upstairs. It’s why I called. I knew you were awake.” He touched her cheek, “you are so beautiful.”
She chuckled, “I have no make-up on, I’m in a ratty old NYU t-shirt and my hair is a rat’s nest.”
“Your skin is flushed. Your eyes are sparkling and I’m very much aware of what is under the shirt.” He smiled wickedly, “and your hair makes me want to bunch it up in
