[CAMI]
Of f*****g course.
She kisses him.
And it’s not a peck, and it’s not polite. It’s the kind of kiss that says, “I’ve been on your bed. And maybe on your desk. And definitely against a few walls.”
Marco’s voice from earlier claws into my brain—“You’re not the first I’ve heard moan.” f**k.
My jaw tightens. Zeke doesn’t pull away or flinch. He just takes it like it’s another business handshake. I want to punch him in his smug, beautiful face.
She pulls back and doesn’t even bother looking at me. Her eyes are locked on him, like I’m just an ambiance.
Zeke introduces her smoothly, “Camilla, this is Naomi.”
You don’t say.
Naomi finally glances my way. Her gaze drifts from my heels to my curls, unimpressed but amused. “We’ve met,” she says, like it’s cute. “In the bathroom. I figu
