“Morning Hannah,” Cameron says, appearing at my side. My eyes snap upwards and lock with his. So beautiful. Grey green with flecks of gold. I’ve never seen eyes like them. He dips his head and lowers his voice. “Can I tell you something?” My response to those five words is Pavlovian and full-bodied. I pinch my lips together just in time to catch a small squeak and turn to check nobody heard him. Those are the words he uses in his confessions series, the audios where it’s just him spilling his darkest, dirtiest desires. “Mhmm.”
