Chapter 9Cameron’s entire body was on fire. He felt like he was walking on air as he waltzed through the front door of his house. The hand that had held Keller’s earlier in the evening was still tingling. He closed his eyes to try and relive the moment. Unfortunately, his daydream was broken as he began ascending the stairs to his bedroom.
“How was your date?” his father called.
“Uh, good,” he replied with a tight-lipped smile.
“Glad to hear it. She’s a lucky girl. You should have her by the house sometime.” His father had started asking questions when he saw Cameron packing the picnic basket. He assumed it was something romantic and had seemed so proud when he thought Cameron was finally taking out a girl. When was the last time his father had been proud of him?
Cameron had been too s
