Love Tap(45)

“Camden?” she croaks half asleep.

“I’m here.” Climbing back on the bed I pull her into me, and close my eyes.

“I love you, Tatum Davis.”

“I love you, Camden Steel.”

***

Waking up, I roll over and grab for Tate. Needing to feel her, wanting to program having her in bed next to me to memory. My hand slides over an empty spot. Panic strikes my chest and I sit up straight.

“Tate?”

The window is open, the curtain blowing with the wind. I throw the blanket off and nearly trip climbing out of the bed. Quickly I dart out of the room finding my dad at the breakfast table looking at me with distaste.

“What the hell is your problem?” he growls. I ignore the red lipstick staining his collar from clothes he wore yesterday. It’s nothing new sadly, I’ve called him out on it many times. Soon enough Mom will have had enough and leave his ass.

“Is Tate in here?”

He shakes his head, his fingers rubbing his temples, indicating he’s had another night of binge drinking. I scoff at how pathetic he’s become and throw my hand at him dismissively. My feet stomp on the hardwood floor as I run out the front door, finding Tate’s car gone.

Sprinting across the lawn, the wet grass sticking to my feet, I jump onto her stoop and open the front door without knocking. Her dad is reading the paper in his chair, his eyes looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Tate, where is she?”

Lowering his paper, he shakes his head.

“She’s left. Let her be Camden, this is best for the both of you.”

Turning, I stumble outside, walking back to my room in a trance.

She left, without saying goodbye. Why?

Sitting on my bed I slide my phone off the dresser and call her.

No answer. So I text her.

Standing I pace, trying to calm myself, trying to find a pillar of hope and my phone alerts me of a text.

Do what you’re meant to do Camden. I can’t be the one to hold you back. I will always love you. –T

Using my finger I wipe at the single tear trying to fall, and try to text back, but it fails. She’s disconnected her phone. Like that, she’s gone.

Grabbing the blue box from my dresser, I throw it across the room. A roar ripping up my throat so angry I taste blood.

Fuck love. Fuck Tate.





Chapter Fifteen


Tate



Walking into the gym, I find Camden sitting on the edge of the ring taping his hands in white tape. Butterflies swarm in my stomach as I try to sneak to the locker room without being seen. I’m still embarrassed about what went down between us last time we saw each other.

Not being able to help myself, I risk a glance, and he looks up at the same time. Doing a double take, his eyes set on mine. My heart flutters, and I swallow hard. A flashback of last night flashes in my mind and my panties dampen from my sudden arousal. Quickly I avert my gaze and rush inside the locker room.

I slam the door shut and press my back up against it. My head leaning back, I close my eyes. I shouldn’t have come in today. I should have waited a few days, or months. I bang my head against the door. This. Is. So. Embarrassing.

The door is shoved open, and I move. Nervous Debs or someone is trying to come in and I’ve blocked it.

It’s Camden.

His blond hair falls around his face, and he’s not wearing a shirt again. His toned chest screaming for me to rake my nails down it.

He turns, shutting the door behind him. I swallow as he just shut us both in. Alone.

“What are you doing in here?” I mutter. He looks over his shoulder, hooded eyes making me hold my breath. He struts toward me, the smell of him filling the locker room. He doesn’t answer me as he corners me. Placing his hand on the wall behind me his face inches from mine he smirks.

“Why are you hiding in here?” his voice echoes through the room.

“I was just—” he lowers his head and my train of thought is gone.

“Is it because you came on my leg?” he whispers in my ear, and my whole body blushes in embarrassment.

My chest rises and falls quickly as my body whips up into a sexual storm willing this man to just plow me against a locker and hate f*ck me already.

“If I remember right, you came on me too,” I say softly.

His smirks. “Who says I came? That was all you.” His lips form into a smirk as he searches my eyes for a reaction. My face pales, and my mouth parts in disbelief. That couldn’t have all been me. Could it?

I want this wall to suck me in and eat me whole. Right now.

He chuckles. “Don’t worry, I don’t blame you for being so wet.” He leans down, his teeth nipping my bottom lip. The sting of his sharp teeth penetrating right to my core.

“Now get back out there and fight like shit. Like you normally do.” He winks and walks out. Raising my fingers I caress my bottom lip where his teeth nipped me. The skin tingles, warming in want for more.

These games, I can’t make out if he’s mad at me or wants me.

This cat and mouse game is f*cking stupid…. Because I’m clearly the mouse, the one he has by the tail and is toying with.

Taping my hands up I head into the gym, finding Debs standing in the ring chewing gum loudly. Her eyes find mine, she waves me on.

Climbing into the ring, I look around curious what drill we are running today.