"Griffin told me. Said you wanted to know what the buzz was about him. Then he said that if he was in my place, he'd want to know that it was a good job and you'd make great connections."
"But--wait. I don't get it. Why would he even think to tell you?"
"Probably because I told him you two were dating," Darryl said.
Mina gaped. "Wait. What?"
"Well, it came up. I was chatting with him about the work you did for him. He thinks you'll go far in the biz, by the way."
"Came up? But how did you know we were dating in the first place?"
He pointed to his head. "Slightly concussed," he said. "But not blind. I've known for ages. Why do you think Zach blew off my party? I might have told him you two were involved, and the twerp wasn't interested enough in just coming to celebrate me."
"And you don't mind?" Cam asked. "It's not weird?"
"You're both weird. You're also two of my favorite people. Now I don't have to worry about either one of you hooking up with a loser." He looked between the two of them. "Just lock your doors if you're having sex, okay? My eyes are still burning."
"Asshole!" Mina said, then threw a pillow at him.
"Love you, Meanie," he said, holding up his fingers in the I Love You, sign.
"Love you back, Dickbreath," she said, returning the sign.
Darryl snorted. "So is it safe to assume that you two have made up now?"
Mina looked at Cam, who nodded. "Oh, yeah," he said.
"Definitely," Mina agreed.
"Good. Then go have wild make up sex, okay?" He grabbed the remote off the coffee table. "There's a show starting that I really want to watch."
And since Mina couldn't argue with that, she stood up, took Cameron's hand, and led him back to her apartment.
Chapter Si
xteen
Cam's eyes locked on Mina's as he filled her, taking his time as he thrust slow and deep, wanting to make this last. Hell, wanting it to never end.
She was his. And, yes, he was hers. Fully. Completely. And with a lifetime of adventures spread out in front of him.
He still couldn't quite believe that she was staying--much less that she was staying for him. But then he looked deep in her eyes again and saw the love reflected there, and knew that it was true.
"Come with me," he whispered, the passion in his mind filtering down to his body. He had to claim her now. Had to see that same joy and release on her face that he felt in himself.
She nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming ragged. "I love you," she whispered, and that was the final straw--the intimate touch of her voice that pushed him over the edge, and he lost all control as he exploded inside her, his climax triggering hers, so that she went over when he did, her core tightening around him, her muscles drawing him further in as her fingernails dug into his back, pulling him closer and closer, as if at any moment they would become one person.
When the explosion settled and he felt whole again, he rolled next to her, exhausted, then took her hand. "I love you," he whispered, because he really couldn't say it enough.
"I know," she said. "I love you, too." She sighed, then sat up. "I have something for you."
"Yeah?"
He watched as she got out of bed, then went naked to her dresser. She opened a drawer and pointed to it. "I emptied it out. It's yours. I figure you can leave some stuff here. For when you sleep here instead of that ratty co-op."
He sat up, amused. "This entire huge apartment, and I only get a drawer?"
Her brows lifted. "Wouldn't want to move too fast."