Page 26 of Made to Be

A soft thud had me freezing in place, so I took the steps two at a time as I bounded back to my spell room.

When I burst into the room, two things caught my attention causing me to drop the sewing kit, the books in my arms clattering to the floor.

The first was that Cam was staring wide-eyed into the stand drawer as if he had discovered something entirely unexpected. Like, a severed head or something. The second was that he was holding a long, thick,slightly curved item in his hand. Was that... Unholy shit, it was.

Fucking hell.

My dildo.

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Well, two of my dildos, I was quick to realize. The second must have been the thud I had heard as it was rolling across the wooden floorboards directly to me. It only stopped its attempt at escape when it rolled the whole way to my feet and bumped into my toe.

On impact, it started vibrating and emitting an obnoxious buzzing noise in a rather aggressive pattern. One I was intimately familiar with.

Fuck my life.

I quickly bent down and scooped it up. But then I found myself standing before Cam clutching a vibrating dildo while he sat on the sofa holding my other dildo. He was staring into the open drawer, his body still and eyes glued to its contents. Even from here I could see what was in there: a variety of snacks as promised, a few pens and notebooks, batteries, and... a nearly-empty bottle of lube. The dildos had apparently been in there as well, a fact I had completely forgotten about until just now.

He slowly lifted his gaze to me, eyed the loud object in my hand, then the one in his.

To make matters worse, the hand on the table reached down into the drawer to helpfully pull out the bottle of lube.

My already burning face flamed even hotter. Even my ears were on fire as I stood there. Mute. I was incapable of speech. Maybe if I backed away slowly and hid in a closet for a bit, Cam would forget the whole thing and we would never ever speak of this again.

Apparently, I had been doing just that when Cam let out a rushed,

“Don’t... Don’t be embarrassed.” He looked between me and the dildo in his hand before he carefully returned it and the bottle of lube, with the arm still attached, to the drawer. It thumped in outrage, but Cam ignored it as he stood.

“Embarrassed?” I blew a raspberry with my lips. “Who said I was embarrassed. I’m not embarrassed.”

In my flustered state, I had begun waving the dildo in front of me, so I shoved it behind my back and scooted slightly backward through the doorway.

“I’m just going to, uh, put this...”

I turned and made to leave but, before I knew it, Cam was grabbing at my other wrist and holding tight.

My breath caught, and where his skin touched mine, it burned as much as my blush. The touch tingled and sent my heart thudding unsteadily before racing uncharacteristically fast. Wait, had it just... skipped a beat? No. No way. That had never happened before.That kind of thing only happened in books or movies. Not in real life in my actual real chest. Was that healthy? It couldn’t be.

I hadn’t even managed to pluck up the courage to turn around before Cam’s low voice announced,

“I... I like that you have these.”

I startled, whirling on him.

“What?” I gasped, brows pinching tight. I didn’t know if I was relieved, confused, weirdly horny, or a combination of all three as I stared up at him.

Most of my exes in the past had strongly disliked the fact that I had dildos and even more so that I used them. Frequently. Apparently, it bruised their fragile masculine egos or whatever, I didn’t know. But the imminent rejection was what I had learned to anticipate and prepare for. My walls had already been rising, ready for the,“What the fuck, you own these things?”and the“You won’t need these toys since you’re with me.”bullshit they all had used as excuses.

But I didn’t hear any of that. Cam’s voice lowered as he took a step closer, invading my space.

“I said that I like that you have these.” His distracting blue eyes flickered with heat. “Do you use them?”

I swallowed, throat suddenly parched, then nodded.

“A lot?” he asked, daring another step closer.

I had entirely forgotten about what we had come in here to do. I forgot about the dildo still vibratingaway in my free hand and the thumping of Cam’s other hand where it was trapped within the drawer.