Hayley leads me into the kitchen and pulls out a chair. I take a seat while she grabs an ice pack from the freezer. Hannah walks into the kitchen and stops short. “Cam? What are you doing here?”
“Trying to be a hero,” Hayley murmurs, placing the ice pack on my swelling hand. I wince.
“What did you do this time, smartass?” Hannah quips.
“I punched Kyle,” I reply.
“Oh, well, then you are a hero. After what he just said to Hayley, he deserved more than just one punch.”
Hayley shoots Hannah a look. “You heard that?”
Hannah nods, but doesn’t elaborate.
I look up at Hayley. “What did he say?”
“It doesn’t matter,” she replies. “It’s nothing I didn’t expect.”
“Is that why you were crying?” I ask, feeling my anger rile in my chest again.
Her eyes dart to mine and they plead with me to drop it, to leave it alone, but I just can’t. If we’re going to sort our shit out, we might as well start now.
Hayley’s grandmother walks into the kitchen, Ari hot on her heels.
“Cam!” Ari squeals, pushing past everyone as she runs in my direction. I catch her with an outstretched arm and fling her in the air, her laughter filling up the kitchen. Her arms come around my neck and she squeezes. I’ve missed this. So much. Who would’ve thought, huh? That I’d fall flat on my face in love with a woman and her child. And I had to have it pointed out to me the first time. But now, I can see it clear as day.
“Hey princess,” I kiss her head and hug her to me. “Did you miss me?”
She nods and smiles up at me, her brown eyes dancing as she settles comfortably in my lap. Her gaze travels to my hand. “Cam has boo boo,” she says, her brows forming the tiniest of dips. She looks just like Hayley when she does that.
Hayley’s grandmother comes around the kitchen island. “What on earth did you do?”
“He punched Kyle,” Hannah says proudly.
Hayley’s grandmother looks surprised. “Well, someone had to do it, but if you ask me, he deserved more than one.”
Hannah laughs. “That's what I said, Gama!”
Hayley just rolls her eyes and leans against the counter. I sense she’s trying to create some distance, but it won’t work for long. I’m too determined to get her to finally talk to me.
“So, Cam, to what do we owe the visit?” Hannah asks. She’s sneaky. She knows why I’m here.
I clear my throat. “I’m, uh, actually here to talk to Hayley.”
No one looks surprised. In fact, both Hannah and Hayley’s grandmother have shit eating grins on their faces. They exchange a look, which Hayley also notices, and then look between the two of us.
“Oh, uh, I just remembered that we need some things from the store,” Hayley’s grandmother says. “Ari, sweetheart, are you going to come with me to the store?”
Ari nods, and jumps off my lap, following Hayley’s grandmother out of the kitchen
“And I forgot, I have to go home and help my mother with something,” Hannah adds. She hugs both me and Hayley goodbye before grabbing her things.
Just like that, Hayley and I are left alone, without a single clue how it happened.
“That was weird,” I chuckle.
“And not the slightest bit obvious,” Hayley replies sarcastically.
An uncomfortable silence settles over us, and my hands start to sweat. Why am I so fucking nervous now?
“Cameron - ”
“Hayley - ”
We start speaking at the same time and stop, waiting for each other to continue.
“You first,” Hayley tells me. She crosses her arms over her chest again and doesn’t move from her spot against the counter.
I swallow, wondering how I’m going to approach this without making it worse. I open my mouth to speak, but Hayley is quick to interrupt me.
“Wait, let me go change quickly.”
Before I can respond she’s out the kitchen and her feet pad up the stairs. I get the feeling she’s stalling, or running away from me. Or both. When fifteen minutes pass, I decide to go to her instead. As I enter her bedroom, she walks out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. “You showered?”
“Yes, I’m allowed to do that.”
I try not to look her up and down, but, hell, she makes it so damn difficult not to.
“You’re stalling,” I tell her.
Looking away from me, she replies, “No, I’m not. If I want to take a shower, then I will take a shower!”
I walk closer to her, noticing how she freezes on the spot and how her chest starts to rise and fall unevenly.
“You have got to be one of the most frustrating women ever,” I tell her. “But you can’t hide from me, buttercup.”
Her arms fall to her side and she huffs, frustration settling on her face. “You know what? I don’t need this shit right now. I’ve had a really crappy morning - ”
The way her lips move distracts me, the way they’ve swelled because she’s been nibbling on it makes my decision so much easier. Oh fuck it. I grab her nape and yank her into me, crashing my lips to hers. They’re warm, and a little wet, and at first, resistant. But then I feel Hayley’s surrender when her shoulders relax and her body presses harder into mine, seeking me out, touching me, fanning the fire burning in my soul, in my body and my heart.
I break away, my pulse racing, and her eyes flutter open. “Will you just listen? Please?”
Her voice comes as nothing more than a breathless whisper. “Okay.”
My nerves from a few minutes ago resurface, and I don’t understand why I’m so anxious. Be a man, Cam. Dammit, just do it. Tell her you love her. Fuck everything else. She’s all you want, all you need.
“I fucked up,” I tell her softly. “And you will never know how sorry I am for what I said to you the day my dad died. I shouldn’t have asked you to leave.”
Hayley searches my face, her eyes lingering on every feature as if she’s trying to figure out whether or not I’m being truthful. Finally she sighs, finding whatever it is she was searching for.
“I understand,” she replies softly. “I know why you did it. But you really hurt me. I told you I love you and - ”
“I kicked you out,” I finish for her. Thinking back to how I acted is like a kick to the stomach. I release a heavy breath and prepare to grovel if that’s what it will take to get Hayley back.
“I have no excuse for what I said or how I behaved, but I didn’t mean any of it. I was a wreck, and so angry with myself that I wanted to protect you from that, and the only way I could think of doing that was to push you away. I see now why that was the worst thing I could’ve done.”
“I would’ve given you space, if you had just asked me. I wanted to be there for you,” Hayley retorts in a low voice.
I cup her face. “What must I do to show you how sorry I am? Because I’ll do it, Hayls. I’ll do anything.”
“Don’t push me away again,” she whispers. “I was miserable without you.”
“I won’t,” I promise, pressing our foreheads together. “And you have to know that nothing happened between me and Rachel, right? You know that, don’t you?”