And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine

And I can't help but notice, you reflect in this heart of mine by sassy

Gabe tore his eyes from the drawing he was coloring and glanced up at me, his feet dangling in the air as his stomach rested on the carpet of the living room. So much for convincing him to shower and now he was rolling on the floor like a little animal. "Where's maman?" He asked for maybe the third time in ten minutes, making me sigh once again.
He often asked about Cami, he missed her every time he was with me, even though that didn't necessarily mean that he wasn't good with me. "Soon." I gave him the same answer I had before, then glanced at the clock on the wall. It was 7 PM and my ex was supposed to join us for dinner in minutes, something that had happened more often lately and I couldn't be happier about it. It gave us a chance to act like an almost normal family for a few hours, plus Cami made both me and Gabe happy.

He jumped on his feet, marching to me, "You said that already but she's not here." He protested.
I tossed the latest issue of GQ on the coffee table and leaning into him to poke his nose. "Be patient little man." I grinned at him when he scrunched up his face.
He climbed on the couch, then on my lap, grabbing my hair and acting like a little beast. "I'm hungry."
I reached for his wrists and forced him to take his hands off me, raising one eyebrow at him, "Dinner's ready." I smirked even if it wasn't exactly true. But just because you couldn't make ravioli long before eating it.
"Where's maman?" He asked again and pouted, letting his body collapse on my chest. I played with his hair, deciding to ignore him since I knew that any answer would be the wrong one. His hand sneaked into the pocket of my shorts and a second later he was handing me my phone. "Call her!"
I sighed and pretended to dial her number, not wanting to pressure her since really, she wasn't even late. "Hi Cami, where are you?" I said, trying not to smirk too wide, "Okay, Gabe is being a good boy and waiting for you patiently." I went on before tossing my phone on the other side of the couch.
"What did she say?" He asked and smiled, happiness showing into his eyes at the mere mention of his mom. I almost felt bad for lying. Almost.
"She's close! Just around the corner." I explained as I smiled back at him, his good mood contagious. "Do you want to wait for her at the window?"
He nodded his head and wrapped his arms around my neck, already ready for me to hold him as I got up from the couch. "Papa, why don't you and maman live together with me?" He asked me and I felt as if someone just punched me in the face.
I walked to the window, wishing I could give him a decent answer, or that he wouldn't have asked at all. He rarely questioned our family and I always took it as a good sign, but when he did I felt awful for not being able to give him what he deserved. "Because it's more fun for you to have two rooms." I said, trying to sound convincing as my eyes moved out the window and on the street. And there she was, on the sidewalk, Cami. Gorgeous and smiling, I could spot her in seconds even between one million people. I let my lips curve into a smile as I watched her walking closer to my building, until I noticed that she wasn't alone but with that Italian idiot she used to date years before and who was dating again now, or so Chloe said. I couldn't help but let my smile fade, my chest tightening a little, but that last just a second before I realized that my son was there and there was no way I'd let him see his mom with another man.
"That's true, I get double toys." He grinned, cutting into my thoughts.
"You're a lucky boy." I said quietly, my mood changing as I walked away from the window, still holding him to my chest and hoping he hadn't met this man. I trusted Cami though, so my guess was that he hadn't.
He tugged at my shirt, "We didn't see maman!" He protested, about to run back to the window when I set him back on his feet, but I stopped him in time.
"She's at the door." I explained and he parted his lips, but before he could talk the doorbell buzzed. "Go open the door cutie."
"I'm not a cutie!" He retorted as he went to the door, his smiling only getting wider when he finally managed to reach for the handle and opened the door. "Maman!"
She smiled back at him and bent at her waist to hug him and kiss him, "Hi cutie."
"I'm not a cutie!" He said again, almost making me grin. Almost, because my thoughts were still on Dante. "I missed you."
"I did too." She faked a pout before lifting herself in a straighter position and looking at me, "Hi Ben."
"Cami." I said back and walked over them to close the door, forcing a smile on my lips, "Dinner will be ready in ten minutes."
She grinned at me, dropping her purse on the couch on the way to the kitchen, "Good, I'm starving."
"Me too, me too!" Gabe bounced around her, showing his excitement for having his mom back again. We went through this every week and no one seemed to get used to it anyway.
I shook my head as I smiled more genuinely, "You two are just the same." I said casually, walking to the stove and adding salt to the boiling water before putting in ravioli too.
"Meaning?" She raised one eyebrow at me, Gabe's eyes bouncing between us.
"Impatient." I winked at her then glanced at our son, "Didn't you make something for maman?"
He nodded with an adorable grin on his face and disappeared, leaving us alone for a moment. "How are you?" I asked to my ex, always caring about her.
"I'm good," Cami answered and looked around my place. A week ago, it was spotless, now here were toys everywhere. I tried to tidy up a little every time Gabe went to bed, but by then I was so tired that sometimes I just ignored the mess until it became unbearable. "It looks like you boys had a good time..." She trailed off and bit her lip, as her mouth curved into a slow grin.
I followed her eyes and let out a soft laugh, part of me feeling guilty for not making my apartment decent for my guest. Then again, it was Cami, and she wouldn't judge me for how my place looked, she knew me better than that and probably better than most people too. "You mean the mess? After Gabe gives you his present, he's cleaning up," I brought my eyes back to meet hers and smiled.
"What is it?" She gave me a glance that always used to have me telling me everything.
I grinned and shook my head, "I'm not going to spoil his surprise. He's been waiting all day for you to get over here."
"He's an impatient little thing," She wrinkled her nose. "I guess he does get that from me."
"I know it."
She ran her tongue across her top lip before catching the tip of it between her front teeth, keeping her eyes locked on Ben's and making it hard for me to ignore the sexy move as Gabe made his way back into the kitchen. "I made this for you maman," He said and held out a crown made out of construction paper, there were stickers that looked like gems and a few that he hand drew. He had spent hours on it, showing me a patience that left me surprised. Watching him put so much effort in something that was meant to be for his mom made my heart melt.
"It's gorgeous!! Will you put it on me?" She bent back down to his level and wrapped her arms around him, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek, the kind that left him wrinkling his nose since he was still trying to decide if she had cooties or not.
"There," He placed it on her head and tried pulling away, but she hugged him tight. "Do you like it?"
"I love it," She smiled at him, looking like she might cry at any minute. I wondered if she ever cried when she was alone with him. "Am I a princess now?"
"You're a queen instead," He said with a wide smile, blinking innocently and looking at me. "Where's yours papa?"
Cami stood back up and raised an eyebrow at me, grinning as I set my own crown on my head. We looked silly, but I didn't care, that was how our family was and I was proud of it because it made us happy. "You look very handsome," She winked at me.
"You look very gorgeous." I grinned back at her as I stared into her eyes, her grin as wide as mine. I didn't really know how much we still had in common, but we had the same love for our son and it showed in her eyes, in her tone when she talked to him, in how big she smiled whenever he was around.
She tore her eyes away from mine eventually and glanced at our Gabey, "Don't you have a crown too?" She asked, her smirk still in place and causing my gaze to drop on her lips.
"Yes, papa made me one." He said seriously and moved the chair, revealing a small crown on its seat before grabbing it and adjusting it on the top of his head. Not only it was smaller, it also looked a lot worse than the ones that he had made. He really got all his artsy side from his mom.
Cami shot me an amused look and when our eyes met she let out a small laugh before looking back at our son, "You look handsome." She said as I rolled my eyes, since I knew that the laugh was all for me. Still, my grin was there, and had no intention to go away.
"Like papa?" He asked and smiled, his eyes bouncing between me and Cami as he looked at us with bright eyes. He really was a handsome little man.
"Even better looking." I grinned at him, poking his nose even though I knew he hated it. "You're our little prince."
He wrinkled his nose and tried to slap my finger away, but missed him. "Like the book?" He asked then shot a sheepish smile to his mom, "I read it with papa, I can read it to you too if you want."
A huge smile appeared on Cami's face, and for a moment I thought that she'd really start crying. "I'd love that Gabey." She said in a soft quiet voice that oozed love.
He didn't say anything, the look on his face enough to give him away. "Go wash your hands, dinner's ready." I smiled at him and at his proud face, watching him march out the kitchen again. As he disappeared, I thought about how lucky we were to have a boy like him and how good of a job we had done so far. He had his moments, when he was stubborn and tired and impossible to handle, but most of the time he was an angel.
"I can't believe you made a crown for him." Cami's voice cut into my thoughts, making me turn my head in her direction and finding her smirking, with her arms crossed against her chest.
"He'd convince me to do anything." I answered with a smirk that didn't make my words less true. Gabe was my weakness, my strength too, and I'd move the world if he asked me to. When she nodded at that, giving me an understanding look, I took a step closer to her and pushed her hair off her face, too many feelings for me to stop. "I'm glad you came over." I added as I wrapped my arms around her shoulders to pull her into a hug and kissed the top of her head when I felt her arms sneak around my waist.
She pulled her head back just so slightly to look up at me, "I am too." She said with a smile.
I parted my lips, about to tell her that we should do this more, when Gabe walked back into the room. "Why are you hugging maman?" He asked, not really used to us showing affection.
"Because I love her." I explained quietly because that was that simple and he could understand it easily. I wanted him to know that even if we couldn't live together, even if we weren't a couple, we still cared.
He ran to us and hugged our legs, making a silly and happy face that got my stomach twist, "Me too."
Cami slid a hand down my side, past my hip until it was resting on top of Gabe's hair. She messed it up a little more, smiling when he wrinkled his nose at her and looked on the verge of complaining. "I love you too silly baby," She said before he had the chance to speak.
"And papa?"
"Him too," She smiled and flicked her eyes back up to mine, her chest against mine still and no awkwardness between us, instead it just felt natural. "So what's for dinner?" She asked after a moment of silence, making me realize that I was so focused on how good she felt in my arms to even say a word.
"My favorite!" Gabe answered, both of us still staring at each other when we started laughing. I don't know if it was just me, but I felt as if our nights were supposed to be like this always, with our son happy and that weird electricity in the air.
"Your favorite," She said and broke the locked gaze, looking down at her baby to make a silly face at him.
He nodded quickly and was the first to pull away from the embrace we had going on, marching over to the table and seating himself like a big boy. Clasping his hands together in front of him on the table, he waited patiently while Cami and I dropped our hands away from each other, my hands sliding dangerously low in the process. "What do you want to drink?" I asked them as I walked over to the fridge and opened it.
"Soda!"
"Gabe will have juice," She said and eyed Gabe, giving him a smile.
"Do you want wine?" I asked after grabbing a juicebox and handing it to her.
She punched the straw through the top and set it on the table in front of Gabe, looking over her shoulder at me and smirking, "Will you drive us home?"
"How else were you planning on getting home?" I asked with a grin, her face changing for a second but I didn't know why. Right, I knew that she had came here with that man, but she didn't know that I knew, so I probably sounded like a creep who spied on her. When she didn't reply, I added, "Is that a yes to the wine?"
"Yes please," She forced a smile and walked over to the raviolis, dishing out three plates for us and setting them on the table.
"You're the guest, you're supposed to do nothing." I grinned at her as I watched her move in my kitchen, wondering if it was normal that she was at such ease here. Anyway, I liked it, it was nice having her around like this.
"Ops." She finally smiled more genuinely and her eyes moved from me to Gabe who was staring at his plate with wide eyes, waiting for us all to be seated before starting. Such a good mannered boy.
I shook my head as I looked at her again, vaguely amused, "Red or white?" I asked, getting back nothing but a shrug that only left me grin wider. "White it is." I announced and opened the fridge to reach for a bottle of Chardonnay.
"Papa, hurry!" Gabe urged, his tone impatient and his eyes on me.
I ignored him and grabbed a bowl of grated parmesan, knowing how my son liked his ravioli. He shot me an approving look as I sat at the table, him on my left and Cami on my right. "Bon apetit." I said with a smile, it only getting bigger when my son attacked his pasta like the little animal he was sometimes.
"When did you learn to cook?" Cami asked after swallowing, her tone teasing since it wasn't a mystery that I was no cook.
"This hardly counts as cooking." I answered back with my smirk still in place, opening the bottle of wine and pouring some into her glass and then mine. "But I'll take lessons with my mom."
At that she broke into a silly grin as she reached for her wine, her eyes on mine, "You're kidding me."
"It's her birthday present." I explained with a shrug and finally started eating. "Wouldn't you love if you and Gabe went to a cooking class together?" I asked and when she just nodded, too busy chewing to talk, I went on. "No one's going to beat my present this year."
"Papa, maman will come to school with me?" Gabe cut in the conversation, getting everything wrong probably because he was barely listening, too famished to care about what his parents were talking about.
She looked at him, amusement on her face while I chuckled. "No silly, I already went to school."
"Oh." He frowned, then shrugged and took another forkful of pasta.
I watched my son and his mom closely, relaxing against the back of my chair and stretching my legs under the table, hitting Cami's foot in the process. "Sorry."
"It's fine," Cami said and lifted her head up to look at me, a slow smirk spreading across her beautiful face. "If you wanted to play footsie, all you had to do was ask."
I let out a soft laugh, eyeing her as she sipped her wine, "You're cute."
"So I've heard," She winked, a blush creeping across her face and making her look even more gorgeous than she was. Her eyes drifted over to Gabe's plate, two raviolis remaining on it and his veggies untouched. "Were you hungry?"
He looked back at me with a mouthful, "I'm full." Cami raised an eyebrow, a few crumbs fell from his mouth while I wondered why he acted like this whenever Cami was around. When it was just the few of us? He ate like a well mannered human being, not like a piglet. My guess was that he wanted to get our attention, but he did it in the wrong way since all he got were glares. "Sorry," He covered his mouth with his hand and looked back and forth between us as he swallowed. "Can I be excused please?"
"We just sat down," She said with wide eyes and looked at me as I smiled at him.
"I told him that he could play his new game after dinner," I told her and felt almost guilty, Gabe's face on the other hand adorable and pouty.
She grinned and shook her head, "Eat some of your veggies first." He sighed and picked at the broccoli, the only veggie he claimed to like this week. After a few pieces had disappeared in his belly, he tried again and this time I nodded, "Ask your dad."
He looked at me with his big bambi eyes, the kind of look that was hard to say no to. "You can, but keep the volume down. And put your plate in the sink," I added as Gabe sprung from his seat, plate in hand as he walked it over to the sink.
"Thanks papa," He said as he skipped past us towards the living room.
"And you say I spoil him," Cami nudged me, grinning as she grabbed her glass to take another sip.
I stared at her as I bit back at smirk, doing my best not to glance at her lips and the way they were curved. "Because you do." I retorted.
Her grin only got wider until she bit her bottom lip, only making it harder for me to ignore how cute and sexy she was looking. "You're the one who just let him get up."
"He told me you do that a lot too and I can't always play the bad cop." I finally let my smirk play on my lips, my gaze still glued on her as she widened her eyes a little, her mouth forming a small perfect o that let me thinking about her on her knees. And we were talking about our son. I needed to stop.
"But that's not true, he's never allowed to leave me alone while we're eating." She protested and frowned a little before setting her glass back on the table and eating the last of her raviolis.
I took my time to swallow my last bite and take a sip of wine, enjoying its taste since I couldn't drink more than that one glass. I hardly used my car, but when I did, I knew what the rules where and I respected them, mostly if I had Cami and Gabe with me. "I think he acts different when we're both with him." I said eventually, voicing a thought that I had had for a while now.
She seemed taken aback and silence filled the room as she processed my words. I, in the meantime, used those seconds to study her face, it didn't matter how many times I had stared at her and if I knew her features by memory, her beauty always left me in awe. "What do you mean?" She asked, shaking her head as if she couldn't get to an explanation in her mind.
I shrugged, not sure about that myself, "As if he does things he normally doesn't do, just to get our attention." I said quietly, but when I noticed her thoughtful expression I offered a smile, "Maybe I'm just over thinking, you know how I get with anything about him." I let out a small laugh and scratched the back of my neck, a little embarrassed with my small confession even though it was no mystery. I was overprotective of Gabe and had the tendency to read into things too much. Being a dad was a hard job, and no one taught you how to do it.
"I'm the same, if not worse." She sighed before finishing her wine, her eyes still a little clouded and I didn't want that. I rarely had the chance to spend time alone with her, I didn't want to waste it over something that was probably in my mind only.
I got up and reached for her empty plate then mine, putting them in the sink. "That makes me feel better." I winked at her, my voice playful even though I meant it. She smiled back at me, instantly, and rolled her eyes like she did every time I acted silly. "Go on, make fun of me."
"Never." I grinned at her as I walked behind where she was sitting, squeezing her shoulders on the way to the fridge, "Are you still hungry?"
"It depends on what you're offering." She answered, her head turned in my direction to keep her eyes on me.
"It depends on what you're hungry for." I said back and smirked, cocking my head to the side as I stared at her.
Cami ran her tongue across her lips and tore her eyes away from mine, glancing down at her empty glass and looking lost in a thought. What I'd do to know what she was thinking right now. "Maybe more wine for starters?" She asked and smirked, lifting her eyes back up to meet mine.
"Are you still a lightweight?" I grinned but grabbed the bottle, walking across the room to lift her glass up and pour.
"Even worse now that I never drink," She admitted and leaned back in her chair, bringing her leg up to rest her knee against the table, giving me a great view.
I grinned and set the glass back down in front of her, going back to the fridge and forcing myself not to stare. "Does that mean you're drunk already? I might need to cut you off," I tossed my head over my shoulder, keeping my eyes on hers instead of her legs.
"Will you make me sleep on the couch if I am?" She grinned slowly, making me secretly wish we could sleep together again like we had done last week. Nothing had happened, but it had been nice anyway.
"I'd never do such a thing," I smiled, watching her sip her wine a little too quickly and empty the glass again.
She set the glass down and set her elbow on the table instead, "What's for dessert?"
"Papa, can I have a popsicle?" Gabe's voice brought me back to reality, putting a grin on both of our faces.
"What was that? I don't think papa heard you," She said back not even half as loud as Gabe, being silly since that boy was loud.
"Can I have a popsicle please?" He said back, his game going quiet for a moment and then his head peeking into the room. "Pretty please?"
"You can," I answered, eyeing her for a second then looking back at Gabe, "But you have to be careful with it. No messes."
"I'll eat it over the coffee table," He promised and I handed one over.
"I'll take one too please," Cami said and stood up, walking over to the counter and leaning against it. I handed her one and she opened the wrapper while Gabe left us alone again, giving the wrapper back to me as she grinned and wrapped her lips around the popsicle. Now, I was good at keeping my thoughts innocent, but now? It was impossible, my dick twitching in my pants already. My eyes widened as my grin did the same, a blush creeping on her face as she pulled it out of her mouth and tried not to laugh, "Stop, you're making me self conscious!"
"You stop, I'm doing nothing!" I protested, not able to take my eyes away from her lips that looked now pink, wet, and really really tempting.
"I'm not doing anything!" She said back and bit back a grin before sucking on her popsicle again, making it hard for me not to groan.
I swallowed as my eyes moved to hers, the look into them insanely sexy. "Is it good?" I asked instead, desperate to change the subject before I could do or say something stupid and not appropriate.
She nodded her head as she slid it out once again, "Want to try?" She offered and lift the popsicle to my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around her tiny wrist to keep her in place as I bit it, our gaze locked once again and my heart flip. "Ouch." She smirked.
I pulled my head back and swallowed before laughing, "You're killing me Cami." I said with a grin from ear to ear. The thing we had, this attraction, the complicity...it never went away, no matter the circumstances, it was always there. We could ignore it, but it didn't make it disappear.
"You're just being silly instead." She smirked back at me and shrugged, "Do you want more?"
"No thanks." I answered as I took my hand away from her regretfully to walk over the table and pour myself another glass of wine. I needed it before I'd go completely crazy over her.
"Remember that you promised to drive us home." She pointed out as she watched me sip the wine, her hand guiding the popsicle in and out her mouth in a way that left me hypnotized.
I cleared my throat instead of groaning, setting the empty glass back on the table and walking closer to her again instead, "I'm not a lightweight like you, don't worry cutie." I smirked as I looked down at her, watching her closely as she finished. I didn't know if I was relieved or disappointed over that, it had been quite a show. When she wrinkled her nose I grinned wider and moved my eyes on her chest, where a pink drop was threatening to run down and stain her top. Without thinking, I brushed my thumb against it and brought it to my mouth to lick it, realizing a second too late what I had just done. But she was so close, and so gorgeous and cute, it just came natural. "The no messes rule was for you too." I added with a small grin, making the moment light.
Cami blinked, looking down at her cleavage and just realizing what I had done and the reason for it. She let out her breath and smiled, "Oops. More wine?"
"I think I'm cutting you off instead," I grinned, inhaling deeply to get more of the heavenly scent surrounding her.
"Just one more. I think I could handle it," She said and bit her lip to conceal her smirk. I pulled away from her to grab the bottle, she reached for her glass and held it in front of her with eagerness. It was weird seeing her like this, I couldn't remember the last time I had even seen her drink, but then again I didn't see her much. "Thank you," She said after I poured, setting the empty bottle back on the counter.
She looked at me as I turned back around to face her, her face unreadable. "You're welcome," I said and leaned against the counter, only now realizing how close we were standing to each other. "I booked our flights."
She widened her eyes for some reason I couldn't get. We had already talked about spending some time together with Gabe, taking him away for a vacation, and I was hoping she wasn't changing her mind. "When are we leaving?" She asked and smiled instead.
"The 20th," I grinned, glancing at her lips again fighting the urge to touch them. Or taste them.
"July or August?"
I grinned wider, "July. I don't think I could wait another month."
She nodded her head, leaning against the counter beside me. "We'll need to go shopping soon... Gabe needs new swimshorts."
"Gabe needs new swimshorts?" I asked and I raised one eyebrow, shooting her an amused look. I liked shopping, I guessed that it was the side effect of being a model, I liked it even more when I wasn't alone but for some reason I always ended up dragging Tristan who hated it instead. I should start asking Cami instead, since she loved that as much as I did. It was crazy how many things we had lost through our breakup, even the silly innocent ones like spending half a day at Colette. Of course there were times when I'd join her in the changing room, but right now I'd be happy just to get some of her time. She nodded and bit down on her lip, looking at me with those gorgeous dark eyes and keeping quiet. "And you don't need anything."
She shrugged and let her smirk free to widen on her lips, "Maybe a few bikinis." She said casually as she sipped that little of wine left in her glass. "Don't you?"
"No, I don't need any bikini." I let my smirk match hers, it only getting bigger when my words got a giggle out of her. Smart, beautiful, adorable, she really had everything you could ask in a woman. "But I'll be more than happy to come with you."
"I can choose my bikinis alone thanks." She said and blushed a little, killing me with that small naughty glint into her eyes.
"I meant for Gabe." I said back as I took the glass from her hand to set it back on the counter, "But okay."
She parted her lips to talk, but then again our adorable son popped in the kitchen, a frown on his face and a stain on his t-shirt. "What happened cutie?" Cami asked in a tone which was a mix of sweet and not really as she tore her eyes away from me and bent over him to inspect him.
"I'm sorry, it melted." He explained in a small voice, the weapon he always used against us. Sometimes this little man was too smart for our own good.
"I'll put you and the shirt into the washing machine." I joked as I looked down at him, his eyes widening in horror.
"He's not serious." Cami interjected and grinned at me as she stood straighter again, her hand grasping at my arm while she wobbled a little.
I wrapped my arm around her immediately, steadying her against my chest as I smiled at Gabe who had a puzzled expression on his face. "Go get changed little man, put your pjs on." I said softly while I focused on him instead of how nice it felt to have his mom in my arms.
"Maman?" He asked anyway, always needing her approval.
"Go Gabey, we'll come right back." She reassured him and watched him go back from where he had come.
I looked down at her, my body motionless against hers as I tried to give nothing away. "Are you okay?" I asked quietly and stared into her eyes, wondering if resisting her would be this hard on our vacation too. Probably harder.
"I'm fine," Cami gave me a smile and didn't move, leaving me wish she'd stay like this just a little longer. "Just a little tipsy," She added and looked up at me pouting.
I smiled at her, the kind of smile that appeared without warning. Tilting my head down, I pressed a soft kiss against her forehead, keeping it innocent, "Do you want to borrow something to wear again?" I asked, assuming that she had drank a little too much to go back home alone with Gabe. Also, I didn't want her to.
She lifted an eyebrow, "You don't like what I'm wearing?"
I let out a chuckle, "I always like what you wear, but I don't think you'll be very comfortable sleeping in jeans."
She turned her body in my arms and leaned her chest against mine, "Does this mean you're putting me to bed?"
"It'd make sense since Gabe's asleep," I retorted, both of us going silent for a moment to listen to the silence around us. Not even crickets making a sound.
Her eyes moved to the clock and widened when she realized how late it was and how much time had passed. Looking back at me, she grinned and bit her lip, giving me a hard time not look at her mouth again. "How do you know he's asleep already? He just had a popsicle."
I pulled my body regretfully away from hers and intertwined my fingers with hers, it coming natural just like everything so far. We walked down the hallway where Gabe's light was left on, but he was fast asleep on his bed with pajama pants on but no shirt. Luckily, it was a hot night and he wouldn't get cold without it. "Whenever he's quiet for more than five minutes, he's either up to something or asleep," I said quietly and broke away from her, covering our son with his blanket and then turning the light off. "Are you tired?"
She parted her lips slowly and shrugged, taking some time to answer while I wondered what she was thinking. "I think so," She said, her words followed by a yawn.
I helped guide her to my room, my body behind her and my hands on her hips. I knew that she knew my apartment and I knew she didn't need that much help, but I couldn't help it. I was doing nothing wrong though, right? "I forgot how much of a lightweight you are," I turned my lights on, walking her over to my closet and letting go of her for a moment.
She took the opportunity to strip down to her lingerie and grab a shirt, ending up back on my bed, so fast I barely registered it. "I've gotten worse since I never drink," She smirked at me, kicking the blanket down in search for the sheets and looking really comfortable in my bed. That made me proud in some way, as if I was secretly happy that despite everything I was still able to make come out a part of her that not many people got to see.
I took my shirt off and kept my eyes on her face instead of making them move down and took in her long legs. "You're too focused on being a good mom to allow yourself to drink." I smirked at her as I folded my shirt and set it on the pile on the chair in a corner of my room, keeping my hands busy to ignore the itch I was starting to feel.
"Chloe sometimes tries to make me drink but it always ends up with her being perfectly sober while I'm already on my way to be drunk. It's not fun." She said with an expression on her face which was a mix of a smirk, a pout and a frown. It was so damn adorable.
I grinned wide as I slid into the bed, turning onto my side to look at her, "Like now?" I asked and folded my hands under my pillow instead of reaching for her and close the distance between us. I also had to remember to keep my thoughts innocent because the last thing I wanted was a hard-on when I was wearing my sweats only.
"I'm having fun now." She said with a smile as she closed her eyes and stirred, "And I'm not drunk."
I moved my gaze down on her legs, knowing she wouldn't see me, and f.uck, big mistake. Now I wished I could touch her skin and see if she was as soft and smooth as she looked. "We'll see that tomorrow morning." I said back casually, my eyes back on hers which were open again.
She smirked at me, making me wonder if she noticed the little tour I had on her legs, "How? If I'll remember what happens tonight?" She asked and bit down on her lip, giving me a look that was enough to make me groan but I suppressed it.
"If you'll be hangover or not." I answered seriously, watching her as her expression changed.
"Maybe I should drink some water before falling asleep." She said in a tone that was way too sweet, meaning I had to get up and get her some water. I didn't mind it though. She stared at me with her intense dark eyes, a small curving her lips, "Please."
I sighed and made a show of getting up, but winked at her before stepping out of my room, "Don't fall asleep yet." I said seriously. I walked down the hallway and to the kitchen, glancing into Gabe's room in the process, lost in my thoughts. I couldn't help wondering how it'd be if we were like this always, all together under the same roof. I got back to my room quickly, a glass full of water in my hand and a smile on my face when I saw Cami still awake. She was curled on her side, her hand under her cheek and her tiny body heaving up and down with her breathing, her face peaceful and beautiful. "You're welcome." I smiled at her as I handed her the glass and sat next to her.
Cami took a long sip carefully, keeping her eyes on mine as we both simultaneously broke into a grin. I didn't even know why we were grinning, but I couldn't help it, it felt like the old times when we'd act silly with each other with no reason at all. "Thank you," She said quietly, resting the glass against her chest while she held on to it with one hand.
"Is it good?" I asked and she let out a laugh, letting her head fall back slightly and almost losing her grip on the glass before I reached for it, accidentally touching her boob in the process and making her blush. At this point I honestly I had no idea how I was managing to keep a distance between us, she was too cute, too sexy, too everything. "Careful gorgeous."
"It's only water," She pushed herself up and turned the other way to set the glass on the nightstand. "Next time I'll stick to one glass," She rolled onto her back again and stretched her legs out while reaching above her head to adjust her pillow.
I let out a small laugh, the thought of doing this again definitely good one. "Next time?"
"On our trip," She said and moved onto her side to face me, fidgeting until she was comfortable and close to me. She added a shrug and smirked, "Or the next time Chloe takes me out."
I kept my expression neutral, not wanting her to notice where my thoughts were drifting and right now? They were between her, how good she looked and smelt, and the man I had seen her with a few hours before. There had been a time when she had been able to read me like an open book, but time had made us drift apart from each other and change, from carefree teenagers to adults with way too many responsibilities. "Does it happen often?" I asked and let my gaze drop down to her lips for not more than a moment, but enough for me to want to get even closer.
"No," She admitted and smiled. "Chloe stopped inviting me places after I kept turning her down, using dishes or laundry as an excuse."
"Good." I said simply, smirking as I stared into her eyes.
"Good?" She echoed me with a tone which had a hint of amusement in it, her gaze on mine.
I nodded my head and only smirked wider, loving the cute expression on her face. "She's not a good influence." I joked, always making fun of my sister even if she wasn't that bad, not anymore at least.
"Hey, I'm not so easily influenced!" She protested and furrowed her brows as she poked my chest, only making me laugh for how adorable she was.
"I know I know." I reached for her hand and kept it in mine for a second, deciding what to do and bringing it to my lips eventually. "Thank god." I added with a smirk and pressed a soft kiss on her knuckles.
She watched me closely, the look on her face unreadable as her eyes dropped on my lips and then back to my eyes, "You're being silly."
"And you're falling asleep." I pointed out, recognizing the signs, and used my free hand to caress her cheek before dropping it back on the mattress. I didn't even have words to explain my turmoil, but I was sure that I was going to have a sleepless restless night.
"Maybe." She said in a whisper and smiled, a small adorable smile that got my chest tighten. "What will you do today?"
I raised one eyebrow as I grinned at her, "Today? Tomorrow you mean."
"Same difference." She smirked too, surprising me since she was still letting me hold her hand. That probably meant nothing, but I was liking it.
"I'll take my cuties out to breakfast then I'll work." I answered eventually, wanting to delay the moment when I'd let them go as much as possible.
"Your cuties will love that." She said in a barely audible voice, her eyes closing and her chest heaving up and down regularly even if she was still smiling.
I leaned into her, pressing a soft kiss against her forehead before adjusting my head on my pillow. "I love my cuties."
Her eyes fluttered open, finding my gaze on her and smiling as she inched closer. With our hands tangled together between us, Cami leaned her body into mine, keeping her grasp on my hand tight and preventing me from wrapping my arms around her. "We love you," She whispered back still smiling, her words always nice for me to hear. "I know," I used my free hand to push her hair out of her face, pulling it back slowly but not fast enough. She took that hand in hers also and wrapped it around her tiny waist, shooting me a smirk in the process and blushing as well. "Are you trying to cuddle me, cutie?" I grinned, kind of dying since she was so close now and yet so beyond my reach.
She hid her face against my chest, the motion unexpected and cute. "I'm cold," She said, moving her head to share my pillow and peeking at me with an adorable grin on her face. She looked so much like the girl I had fallen for years before, silly and adorable. Also so effortlessly sexy.
My eyes flicked down to her chest then back up to her, "I can tell."
"Lies. I still have my bra on," She looked down as if making sure, lifting her gaze back up to mine and grinning wider.
"We can fix that," I slid my palm flat up her back to unhook her bra quite expertly. I couldn't help it. "Oops."
She let out a quiet laugh, untangling her hand from mine and setting both of her palms on my chest. "It's more comfortable that way, so thank you," She told me, letting her eyes close as her hand caressed my pecks until her hand was cupping the back of my neck. She left my other hand resting on my abs, her thumb making circles on my skin absentmindedly, the motion so familiar and so good I had to took a few seconds to just take it in, loving how her hands felt on me.
"Don't thank me yet." I said quietly, not sure about what to do because it was a weird situation. With weird I meant a very pleasant one.
"No?" She asked in a barely audible whisper, her fingers playing with the hair on the back of my neck as her lips curved into a smile, looking as tempting as ever.
I found myself staring at them, wanting to kiss her desperately but then again I knew that if I started kissing her I probably wouldn't be able to stop there and that didn't sound like a good idea or, at least, a wise one. Honestly I didn't even know if she'd let me to, she was dating another man after all, plus it'd make things complicated and I didn't want that, not with Gabe being caught between the two of us. "Can I finish what I started?" I asked as my hand moved up her arm and slid under the sleeve of my t-shirt to stop on her shoulder, my fingers already wrapping around the strap of her bra and lingering there while I silently waited for her answer. She didn't say a word but nodded instead, her arms pulling away from me regretfully as she let me pull one strap and then the other down them, my finger tips brushing her silky skin in the process. "Almost done." I smirked to myself when I slid my hand under the tee and hooked the front of her bra with one finger, causing her body to tense at my touch, and pulled it out, it landing on the floor of my bedroom a second later.
"Can I thank you now?" She asked in a breathy voice, her smirk matching mine as she peeked one eye open to look at me.
I had been so busy taking her bra off to realize that she was blushing, her cheeks looking so pink and her whole face just so beautiful that I was speechless. Also I was having a hard time realizing that this was real, I had my ex, wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of panties, in my bed, in my arms. "You're welcome." I tilted my head down and kissed her cheek, sliding my arm under her body to pull her close again as the other one wrapped around her waist, caging her against me.
Cami shifted slightly, pushing her chest up against mine while she snaked her arm around my waist, "What are you thinking about right now?" She asked as I watched her closely as she nuzzled my neck and brushed her lips against my skin in the process.
For a moment I wondered if that was accidental or not, then decided that it had to be because if she had done it on purpose she wouldn't have missed the spot she knew that drove me crazy by an inch. It made me think of when she kissed, sucked and bit there, making me groan while she rode me. "I'm wondering what you're thinking about," I replied in a low tone, genuinely curious about what could be on her mind right now, her lips parting way too close to my skin for me not to notice.
Another quiet laugh escaped her. "You smell good," She said simply, surprising me because that sounded really honest. But then again, she was a genuine and honest kind of girl, just I didn't expect her to say it.
I let out a soft laugh that rivaled hers, "That's what you're thinking about?"
"Yes," She ran her fingertips up and down my back. "Now it's your turn to answer."
"I did already."
She shook her head, pulling it back to look at me again and I wondered if she could see in my eyes how bad I wanted her right now, how my thoughts weren't exactly innocent. "Give me a better answer," She grinned at me, trying to make light of the moment since there was tension between us.
I grinned back at her, still staring into her gorgeous dark eyes as I let my hand slip under the shirt she was wearing and rest it on the small of her back. "I'm thinking about you, thinking about me smelling good." I said and tried to keep a straight face, which was hard if not impossible, considering how my words were making her blush. Seeing her like this, her cheeks pink and her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip, only made it even harder for me to resist her and go against my desires.
She let out a chuckle and nuzzled my neck again, not letting me look at her adorable expression anymore. "Stop it silly, it was a serious question!" She protested, her hands resting flat against my shoulder blazes as if keeping me in place.
"And I gave you a serious answer." I said back, part of me grateful that she couldn't see how ridiculously big I was smiling. God I probably looked like an idiot.
"It wasn't instead." She shook her head and shifted against me, moving her legs and bumping her foot against my shin accidentally.
I took advantage of that and tangled my leg with hers, too busy controlling myself to care if that move was appropriate or not. I could've pushed her flat on the bed, hovered over her tiny body and kissed her in less than a second, so a little leg actions seemed completely innocent compared to my other thoughts. "Hey, don't hide." I smirked as I pulled one hand away from her regretfully to lift it and play with her hair, my lips pressing a kiss on top of her head.
She pulled her head back slowly as she leaned into my touch, a smile curving her lips as soon as our eyes met. "I'm still waiting for your answer." She said quietly.
"I'm thinking about you." I admitted, smiling back at her. She was there with me, who was I supposed to think about? It was already hard for me not to think about her when she wasn't but now? It would've been nonsense. "About how soft your skin is." I added and my finger tips started trailing up her back, tracing her spine.
"I am..." Cami agreed and leaned back into me, her chest moving quite fast against mine and I was grateful for the fabric separating us. Well, not really, but at least I could hope she wasn't feeling how hard my heart was beating. "Everywhere," She added with a naughty grin, biting her lip and killing me while I thought about how firm and yet soft her breasts were.
"I remember," I replied in a quiet tone, inching my hand dangerously close to her ass.
She lifted an eyebrow when I grabbed her hip instead, "Do you?"
"Of course," I answered, my thumb playing with the side of her panties which I wished I could rip instead. This was becoming a torture and I could only hope that my efforts to keep my thoughts almost innocent would be enough not to give me an erection. "I remember everything."
"Everything? You must be a genius," She grinned, leaving it at that.
"I have my moments," I shrugged my shoulders nonchalantly, still toying with the lace like it were nothing.
She moved her leg slightly, pressing her hips against mine as her body shifted on top of me. And with that, I was dead. She looked down at me and the look on my face, while I prayed that my expression wasn't giving me away. She just turned the lamp beside my bed off instead, destroying my hopes. "The lights," She said simply, laying back down.
I looked for her face, the light shining through the window not enough for me to tell if she was blushing, making it impossible for me to gauge her reaction. As seconds passed, awkwardness became more tangible, but I needed that little time to figure out what to do. My brain was about to explode with all the possibilities I Was weighting, like her regretting staying over, her regretting everything and not wanting to see me anymore, our relationship changing and turning bad...I wasn't exactly being optimistic. When she rolled over onto her side, giving me her back, I broke from my daze and decide to act instead of over think everything. "Hey, no good night for me?" I asked in a quiet tone, making the moment light again or at least trying.
She tossed her head over her shoulder, but I couldn't see much of her face, which only frustrated me more. On the other hand, the little light in the room made of her body just a black silhouette and there was something incredibly sexy about that. God I wanted to touch her so bad. "I thought you fell asleep already." She said just as quietly, a hint of a smirk in her tone that let me stop holding my breath.
"Either I'm awake or I'm talking in my sleep." I joked but I reached for her body, my hands grasping at her hips to pull her close to me again, even if that meant that she could just push me away or feel my growing erection. I was just a man and having her straddling me after all that cuddling of course had an effect on me.
She let out a small chuckle and let me maneuver her body until her back was resting against my chest and my arms were wrapped around her waist. "Do you usually talk in your sleep?" She asked casually as she set her hands on my forearms and adjusted her head on my pillow. I had the feeling that what we were saying had little importance, the real talking was the silent one between our bodies.
I inhaled deeply, loving how she felt and smelt, before tilting my head down and pressing a soft kiss where my shirt had slipped down her shoulder and left her skin exposed. "I don't, but maybe tonight's the first time."
"Maybe you'll tell me your secrets," Cami said back to me and I could swear she was grinning even if I couldn't see her.
"You already know everything about me instead," I retorted with my lips still grazing her skin, not able to stop. She smelt too good, felt too soft and good in my arms to stop. It had always been like that between us from day one, the attraction so strong we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves, but it wasn't just that, our love had been just as strong if not stronger. Gabe was the living proof of what once we had had.
She lifted a hand to move her fingertips up and down my arm, making me wonder if she remembered how I used to love it because it made me relax. Even now, it still did. "I bet you have new secrets now," She said seriously.
I thought about it for a second and came to the conclusion that no, I had no secrets, even our separate love life wasn't a secret, just a subject we never bought up. "New secrets? I don't know about that," I chuckled against her skin, causing a shiver to run through her. "Do you have secrets?" I asked as I thought about that joke of a man she was dating. Why? I wouldn't ever understand.
"Mhm," She replied back, her mumble sounding like a moan as she shifted against me and sounding a lot like a yes.
A breath escaped me and hit her neck, bringing goosebumps to her flesh while my chest tighten at the thought of her having something serious with another man, "Are you going to tell me them?" I asked even if I didn't really want to know. She was here with me now, that was all I wanted to focus on.
She tilted her head back, her eyes having adjusted enough to find my eyes in the dark. She smiled at me, our faces only inches apart and I wanted to kiss her so bad that my throat hurt. It was taking everything for me not to. She reached for my head and tangled her fingers in my hair, pressing a kiss against my cheek, "Good night Ben."