“Thank you, Callum,” Christian said sincerely. “That means a lot.”
“So, look . . . this is a onetime deal. I’m gonna take some clothes and head over to a friend’s and stay the night. Knock yourselves out, but do not, for the love of God, have s*x on my bed!”
Camile sniggered, and after an experimental wiggle, figured it was safe to climb off Christian’s lap. She launched herself at Cal and hugged him fiercely.
“Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
“Anytime, hon. Anytime.”
A couple of hours later, sated and exhausted, Christian and Camile lounged on the sleeper couch, completely naked.
“I’ve never made love on a sleeper couch before,” he said bemusedly, and Camile giggled. She felt absurdly happy.
“It’s called slumming it.”
“I mean, we could have gone to the Greys International H
