Kendall
“I just wanted to know if you have a girlfriend,” I ask, my voice small, unsure, as if the very question is stupid–It probably is though.
Camden bursts into laughter, the sound deep and genuine, but I feel small under the weight of it. “Absolutely not.”
I blink, my chest tightening. “Really? You don’t?”
He shrugs, still grinning. “You know about my reputation, Kendall. You know that I don’t do relationships.”
I hum softly, unsure how to respond. “Doesn’t mean you don’t have a girl who’d get mad if she knew you said that,” I tease, but the uncertainty lingers. I need to know.
“Maybe,” he says with a grin. “But I don’t. Not right now.” His gaze turns intense, locking with mine. “What about you? Do you have someone at home?”
“Don’t you think Elora would have told you about it?
