Rachel
We reached Cameron’s building. He parked his car in the basement at the spot reserved only for him. As he cut off the engine, “Who brought my stuff?” I asked him.
“Chris,” he replied. Chris?
“He didn’t mind doing all that?” I asked, making sure.
“No. In fact, he was glad to do it. He’s happy to see us together. You’ve seen him yesterday,” he said and winked. I smiled. Cameron pushed himself to me and kissed me.
“I thought you wanted to show off your den, mister,” I teased.
“I haven’t marked you in my car.”
“Not today,” I giggled.
“Hm, I’ll look forward f*****g you in my car,” he swore. Yes, he just swore. Giving me a hard kiss on my temple, Cameron jumped out. I waited for him until he opened the door and accepted his hand. We headed to the elevator.
“Does the elevator work
