Precious Consequences(14)

“Oh, hi Cameron,” she says. “I didn’t know you were on the swim team.”

Our eyes meet briefly before hers slip down the length of my body, stopping to admire my ink. The half-naked angel that curls around my shoulder and down my biceps to my elbow seems to have intrigued her, as her eyes linger there the longest.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I’m a serial killer and Captain of the swim team. How rude of me.”

She giggles, and as if remembering we’re not completely alone, her head tilts up to Zander. He’s glowering at me. “Zander, this is -”

“I know who he is,” Zander snaps.

“I don’t know how,” I reply smugly. “You’re more familiar with the sight of my ass than you are with my face.”

Hayley starts laughing beside me, cupping her mouth and failing miserably to stifle the noise, and Zander snarls. His eyes dart between Hayley and I, and then stop on her. “It was nice chatting to you, Hayley,” he says stiffly. “Maybe we can grab coffee some time when I’m in town for the next meet.”

“It was nice meeting you, Zander, and good luck,” she replies sweetly.

“Yes, Zander, good luck,” I chime in, mimicking Hayley’s sing-song voice but sounding more like a strangled squirrel instead.

Zander huffs and stalks off.

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Everything about that guy sets me off, and in the worst way possible.

I turn back to Hayley and she's looking at me, biting her lip to hide her smile. "What?" I ask, shrugging.

She shakes her head. "Why do I get the feeling that was a pissing contest?"

Smirking, I reply, "He's no competition."

Hayley's about to reply, but she stops herself. Her cheeks turn a shade of red and I immediately want to know what she was about to say. The fact that she's checking me out isn't helping. I know she can see how tight my jammer is, the way it hugs my crotch and my thighs. They don't consist of much fabric, but they're streamlined and help improve my speed in the water. I'm suddenly glad they don't leave much to the imagination.

"So, what are you doing here?" I ask, saving her from her own embarrassing thoughts.

She hesitates, as if to remember why she's here. "Oh, uh, Hannah and I got an assignment for our photojournalism class. She decided we’d take some action shots of the swim team, but it was really just an excuse to see the hot guys in their wet swimming gear."

"And have you seen any hot guys yet?" I ask innocently.

"No," she replies, "The 'talent' is somewhat average. I'm rather disappointed."

My face falls and when Hayley sees my expression she bursts out laughing. "Oh, wow," she breathes, "You're too easy."

I wrap my hand around her biceps and pull her two steps closer to me. "I'll have to change your mind then, won't I?"

She sucks in a breath. "About what?" Her voice comes in a breathy whisper.

"I'm anything but average, sweetheart," I say, looking into her shocking green eyes. They have flecks of honey here and there, and are the most brilliant shade of green.

As if sensing the moment between Hayley and I, Hannah comes bounding up to us. "Hey Cam," she says happily. Her eyes land on Hayley and then shoot back to me. "I didn't know you two knew each other."

Hayley steps back, loosening my grip on her arm, and her gaze moves to Hannah. "We don't," she says, her voice impassive. "We met two weeks ago when Cameron gave me a ride, after my car broke down."

"Oh," Hannah says. "Well we better get going. I think we have enough pictures for the assignment."

Hayley nods and gives me a half-smile. "Bye, Cameron. Good luck with the rest of your races."

"Thanks," I reply.

She turns and starts walking towards the exit, disappearing amongst the spectators and swimmers. Hannah taps my arm and I look back at her.

"What was up with that? I seriously hope you haven't got your eye on her." She sounds just like Noah.

"And what if I do?" I ask.

"Cam," she whines, her eyes doing the puppy dog thing. Too bad it only works on Noah. "I really like her, and the last friend I had who you screwed stopped being my friend."

"Hannah, will you chill? I just want to get to know her."

Hannah's arms fold over her chest. "What about Rachel?" she asks.

"What about her? She's not my girlfriend, Han, and she sure as hell doesn't control or own me."

"Does she know that?"

Lifting a shoulder, I shrug. "I don't give a f*ck."

"Well, just don't do anything stupid, like, f*ck her and then leave her. Like I said, I like her, and would like to keep her 'round longer than the last girl."

Just then, Noah comes running towards us. "C'mon, Cam, we gotta go."

I nod, smiling at Hannah. She rolls her eyes but smiles back at me. "Okay, boys, go kick some ass and I'll see you boys at the party tonight."

Noah swats her with his towel and she scowls at him, walking away from us. "Bring Hayley!" I yell to her. She flips me off and I chuckle. Noah gives me a look but I disregard it and make my way back to the starting line. Excitement slowly starts coursing through my veins, but for an entirely different reason.