Wait for You (Wait For You, Book 1)

I could’ve asked Cam about Avery and that would’ve worked, because Cam loved talking about Avery

“For waiting for me.”

Leaning back against Cam’s chest, I tipped my head back as I reached up, cupping his cheek. I drew his mouth to mine and kissed him softly. “Thank you.”

And I was woman enough that whenever I looked up at the night skies and saw the Corona Borealis—or something that vaguely resembled it—I thanked it.

“He’s absolutely in love with the girl.”

“He knows his place?”

“You know what they say about a guy who kisses a girl’s ass? Literally?”

“I love you too.”

“And you want to hide yourself?”

“Only because I was with you.”