Chapter 8:Love Bomb
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Chapter 8
The Love at First Sight coffee arrived, and Camille immediately understood the hype.
It wasn’t overly sweet. It wasn’t bitter either. It sat somewhere perfectly in between—creamy, smooth, with just the right kick of coffee that woke her up without overwhelming her.
Her shoulders relaxed after the first sip.
“Oh my God,” she said softly. “I love this coffee.”
Cameron watched her over the rim of his cup, a faint smile forming. “I know,” he said casually. “They really have the best coffee. It’s got that love at first taste feeling.”
His eyes lingered on her a second longer than necessary.
Teasing.
Intentional.
Camille raised an eyebrow, catching the double meaning instantly.
She opened her mouth to respond—but paused.
For a split second, a thought flickered through her mind.
Maybe he brought someone else here before… someone special.
Her stomach tightened slightly at the idea.
She frowned without meaning to.
Cameron noticed immediately.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his tone shifting just a little. “I’m not really being myself when I’m with you. I’ll try to behave and make you comfortable.”
Camille blinked.
Then quickly looked down at her cup.
Good. He can’t read minds, she thought, oddly relieved.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said softly, taking another sip. “I’m fine.”
And she was.
At least… she wanted to be.
The food arrived next—her Love lasagna layered perfectly, rich and steaming, the kind of comfort food that made everything feel a little less complicated. Between bites, Camille found herself relaxing more than she expected.
The café itself only added to it.
Soft lighting. Gentle music. The quiet buzz of couples leaning into each other’s space like gravity had rearranged itself around affection.
It felt like a place designed for people who already knew what they wanted.
And Camille wasn’t sure where she fit in that.
“I love this café already,” she admitted. “The food is great… the ambiance is great… but it kind of feels like you’re supposed to come here with someone.”
Cameron leaned back slightly, expression softening.
“I always dreamed of coming here and taking someone with me,” he said.
His voice was quieter now.
More honest.
“I like all their menu, but… it feels kind of pathetic going alone.”
Camille glanced at him.
For the first time that day, he didn’t look playful or teasing.
Just… real.
She studied him for a moment.
Then smirked lightly to ease the heaviness.
“With your smooth talk, I bet a lot of girls already came here with you,” she teased.
Cameron immediately shook his head. “Hey. I’m not that type. I don’t play around. I’m loyal and serious.”
He even pouted slightly at her.
Camille laughed under her breath. “Sure.”
“What time is your next class?” she asked after a moment.
“I’m done for today,” he answered.
She glanced at the clock.
12:30 PM.
Time had slipped away from them without either of them noticing.
Weird.
Dangerous.
Comfortable.
Cameron signaled for dessert next like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“The Chocolate Love Bomb,” he said. “We should share it.”
Of course.
A dessert literally named like that.
Two spoons were placed on the table.
Camille eyed it warily. “Ready for the bomb?”
“Sure,” she said.
Cameron grinned and poured the warm chocolate sauce over the brownie.
It cracked open dramatically, rich chocolate spilling into the center, melting into itself like it couldn’t decide where to stop.
Camille’s eyes widened. “Okay, that’s actually insane.”
They both took a bite.
And it was.
Insanely good.
Sweet. Warm. Slightly chaotic in the best way.
When Camille looked up, she noticed something immediately.
Chocolate.
At the corner of Cameron’s mouth.
“Wait,” she said, pointing slightly. “You have—”
But he was already trying to wipe it himself, missing it completely.
She sighed, grabbed a napkin, and leaned forward slightly.
“Stop,” she said.
Before he could argue, she gently wiped it off his face.
For a moment, he froze.
Not because of the chocolate.
Because of her.
Camille became suddenly aware of how close they were again. The faint scent of coffee between them. The softness of the café lights reflecting in his eyes. The way his expression shifted—slower now, quieter.
He looked… ridiculously handsome.
Like it was unfair for one person to exist this confidently.
Cameron exhaled lightly, then tried to recover his usual tone.
“Hey,” he said, clearing his throat. “I’m not a kid. I can do it myself.”
Camille leaned back, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
But she was smiling.
And he was too.
And neither of them said anything about the fact that neither of them had moved away yet.
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