Rachel
Cameron stopped the car near the gate, sensing countless eyes were on the supercar. I turned to him. “I have to go now,” I told him.
“Call me when you’re done,” he said.
“I probably finished before your office hour, Cameron.”
“I don’t mind. I’ll pick you up, and you can come with me to the office. You can continue with your report while waiting for me.”
“I can?”
He nodded.
“Okay, then.”
Cameron pushed himself to me and caught my lips. “Don’t act cute in front of your professor, dolly.”
“Hm. Like what?” I challenged him.
“Like…smiling, you puny brat,” he said while, well, smiling.
“Should I put up a stone-hard face like a robot?”
“If you could.”
“Like…this?” I did like what Cameron usually did when he had to deal with something he didn’t want to.
Cameron laughed hard un
