[Kendall]
I lean against the doorjamb, watching him. “So, do you think you could get me Alberto’s number? We could text,” I say dryly, and Camden's shoulders stiffen.
“You can get it from Elora ,” he barks, and I chuckle but there’s no mirth in it.
“All right. Guess I’ll call her tomorrow.”
Camden turns to look at me, his sea-green eyes intense. “You’re not really going to get his number,” he says, like it isn’t a question.
I shrug. “I think I’m finally realizing what I’ve been missing out on. You never know what I might do. I’m thinking I should strive to be more like my best friend – more...impulsive.”
“You’re just trying to piss me off,” he growls, stalking toward me, and I don’t back away, looking up at him defiantly.
“You want me to be yours, Camden?”
He looks away briefly and
