“Okay.” I unlock the door and let us inside, flipping on a light. “Get comfy, if you want. Since it’s so late, would you rather have wine or tea?”

“Tea,” he replies.

“Awesome. Be right back.”

I hurry into the kitchen and fill a kettle full of water, setting it on the stove to boil. Then, I rush to my bedroom and quickly change out of my jeans and boots. Are they cute? Yes. Are they also incredibly uncomfortable? Hell, yes.

“Where the hell did you go?”

I turn just as I pull on some gray sweatpants and see Cam coming around the corner and into my bedroom. At some point, he stripped out of his jacket, untucked his shirt, and rolled up the sleeves.

I have to swallow hard.

“I had to get out of those jeans.”

His blue eyes smolder, all fire and heat as they flicker down to my sweatpants. “Better?”

“Yeah. Sorry, the water should be about ready for that tea.”

“After you.”

I brush against him, totally on purpose, as I walk by and hear him curse under his breath. With my back to him, I let a satisfied smile spread over my lips. I like knowing that he’s as attracted to me as I am to him. That he wants me. And, yes, in the past, that was as annoying as it was satisfying. But damn it, I’m so tired of fighting him. Of fighting myself. I want him. I enjoy him.

I punished us both for two damn years. I think that’s long enough.

I pull two mugs down, drop a tea bag in each, and turn to get the kettle, but Cameron already has it and pours the hot water into the mugs.

“Thanks.” I watch his hands and the muscles that flex in his forearms as he returns the kettle to a cold burner. A vivid memory from that night years ago flashes through my brain, sending an electric jolt through me.

His hands running over my body, caressing my breasts. Dear Jesus, he has amazing hands.

“Shall we?” He raises a brow and points to the living room. I nod.

“Yeah.” I clear my throat. “Let’s go get comfy.”

I can’t sit next to him. I’ll just jump him, and damn it, this is a date, not a one-night stand. So, I curl my legs under me in the chair across from the couch where he sits and sips his tea.

He’s been here before. He even spent the night once after a customer gave me a right hook to the face, and Cam stayed to make sure that I was okay. But he’s never been here like this. When I know that I’d take my clothes off if he told me to.

We’re crossing a new line.