“I mean it,” he says, grabbing my hand and holding it there. “I haven’t even slept with anyone in over six months.” “Oh. Well, that’s… not that long.” “How long has it been for you?” he asks. “Um, a year. Maybe more.” He huffs out a heavy sigh. “That makes me so fucking mad. And also happy.” “What?” “Happy that nobody else is touching you. Mad because your body is gorgeous. It deserves to be touched and worshipped and adored.” “You haven’t even seen my body,” I laugh nervously. Cameron slips his gloved hand between my thighs and tugs me closer. “I’ve felt it, and I can’t wait to feel more. And
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