I’d spent too long ogling him that I hadn’t realized he never responded to me. I notice his thumb is no longer swiping across my phone screen, but something has still caught his attention by the way he brings the screen closer to his face, staring down at it. Oh no. “Camden,” I start, my breath hitching. Thank god my brother had to run out to help my dad with a broken fence, or I’d be even more mortified to have him bear witness to this.
