Page 15 of Just a Bit Crushed
“Careful,” Scott said lightly. “At this rate you’ll fall asleep on me.”
“Don’t tempt me.” Cam shifted again, this time deliberately, until his head rested fully in Scott’s lap. The move surprised even him, but once he was there, it felt too right to undo. He felt too comfortable.
Scott’s hand slid into his hair. “Oh,” he said softly. “Comfy, are we?”
“Shut up,” Cam said, but there was no heat in it.
Scott began combing his fingers through the short strands, his nails barely grazing his scalp. The sensation sent heavy warmth down Cam’s spine.
“You did good today, Cam,” Scott said.
“I didn’t win.”
“You drove brilliantly. Those are not the same thing.”
Cam cracked one eye open to look up at him. Scott was already watching him, his lashes casting ridiculous shadows on his cheeks.
“Do you have a—a boyfriend?” Cam said.
Scott blinked. “Why are you asking?” he said with a small laugh.
“Just curious,” Cam said roughly. “I imagine guys who look like you don’t stay single.” He remembered the phone call he’d overheard during their first meeting, but he hadn’t seen Scott speaking to a boyfriend during this weekend at all.
Scott returned to running his fingers through Cam’s hair, a small smile curling his lips. “I generally don’t, true. But I’m currently between relationships. Had a bad breakup a week ago, actually.”
“Why?” Cam said.
Scott shrugged a little. “The spark was gone, I guess?” He smiled sheepishly. “At least from my side. He didn’t want to break up, so things got pretty ugly.” He scrunched his nose up. “I love twinks, but I hate how clingy they get.” Something flickered in his eyes. “Or maybe I’m the problem. My cousin Will says I’m terribly fickle and fall in love every month.”
The subject made Cam uncomfortable, but not as much as it would have just a few days ago. Maybe this touching thing was working.
“What about you?” Scott murmured. “Do you have a girlfriend?”
“Broke up with mine a few months ago,” Cam said indifferently. “The season started, and... we drivers don’t exactly have much time for a personal life. One-night stands here and there are more convenient than trying to maintain a relationship.”
Scott’s expression softened. “That’s pretty sad,” he said, squeezing Cam’s shoulder. “Not having anyone to come home to after a stressful weekend.”
Cam didn’t say anything.
“So,” Scott said, his thumb stroking Cam’s temple. “Is the exposure therapy working? I think it is. You don’t flinch away from my touch anymore.”
Cam met his eyes. “You simply desensitized me to it.”
Scott grinned. “Just admit my idea was genius!”
“I admit no such thing,” Cam said, but he couldn’t quite suppress a smile.
They fell silent and stayed like that for a long time—Cam half-sprawled across the couch, Scott absentmindedly playing with his hair.
Eventually, Scott spoke again, his voice low. “Thank you for inviting me. I think this was my favorite race weekend so far.”
Right. The weekend was over.
Cam tried not to frown. “When are you leaving?”
“At noon,” Scott said, threading his fingers through Cam’s hair. “You?”
“Have a flight to Monaco in the morning,” Cam said, closing his eyes and wondering about the restless feeling in his gut.
