Page 80 of Love Unscripted
She jumped into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
He plunged his hands into her hair and kissed her hard—devoured her mouth. His lips moved to her neck, and she moaned—
And then he jumped up from the couch and deposited her there.
She stared up at him, stunned, watching him breathe hard.
“You,” he exclaimed, pointing. “Temptress.”
She gulped, running a hand down her throat.
“I’m leaving,” he threatened.
When she got up and moved toward him, he turned and headed for the door.
“No!” she cried, overtaking him and grabbing his arm.
He spun around, glaring with mock anger.
She dropped his arm at once. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I promise I won’t do that again.”
“What?” he asked. “What won’t you do again?”
“Touch you.”
He closed his eyes, shook his head, and chuckled. “Is that a promise or a threat?”
“It’s whatever you want it to be,” she said quickly. “I’m sorry for tempting you, and I’ll be on my best behavior from now on. I swear. Don’t leave. I made dinner and everything.”
She looked fairly plaintive—sheepish, even.
He tilted his head. “You cooked for me, Camille? You actually cook?”
“I’m not all looks, you know,” she said, batting her perfect lashes.
He pointed a finger at her. “Uh-uh. None of that. No batting your lashes, or I’m outta here.”
She turned on her heel. “I’m not even going to look at you again, Aaron Cortelli. And you callmedramatic.”
He followed her to the back of the house, where a terrace opened onto a pool. The table was already set.
That was when he heard the song.
Sweet Caroline.
“Hands, touching hands…” Camille crooned.
A wave of emotion hit him so hard his gut clenched. His steps slowed. Then he stopped completely.
Camille turned and came toward him, sashaying her hips. When she caught his expression—saw him looking right through her, seeing someone else entirely—she faltered.
“Sorry,” she said lightly. “I promised not to look at you, didn’t I? But I like this song.” She laughed—then stilled. “Aaron… what’s wrong?”
He blinked back tears.
She reached out and took his hand as the words,Look at the night and it don’t seem so lonely, we fill it up with only two,played.
“Are you alright?”
