And with that, he kisses me softly and then wanders away. I watch his backside in those jeans and bite my lip.

The man has been right under my nose all this time. A considerate, caring, sexy man. And what did I do? I was sarcastic and a pain in the ass.

“I’m an idiot,” I mutter as I walk back into the bathroom, shut the door, and get myself situated once again. Just like I said, it only takes me about five minutes to record the final song for the week, and then I blow out the candles and tuck everything away in my closet until next time.

I’ll edit the videos tomorrow and then get them scheduled. That’s the part that takes the longest anyway.

I can smell the lasagna as I return to the kitchen and see Cameron sitting at my kitchen island, reading something on his phone.

“Thanks, I got it all taken care of.”

He locks his phone and sets it aside, giving me his undivided attention. He doesn’t ignore me or make me feel like his phone is more important than what I have to say.

A girl could get used to this kind of treatment.

“Tell me more about this. Not because I’m being nosy, but because I really want to know. If you love it so much, I want to know about it.”

“I’ve always loved to sing,” I remind him as I check on the lasagna. It’s just starting to get bubbly. God, I love cheese. “Damn, that smells good. I’m hungrier than I thought.”

He’s quiet while I wander around the kitchen, gathering my thoughts.

“On a whim, about a year ago, I posted a video of me singing, and it caught on. Went viral, as they say. And it just sort of evolved from there. Now, I try to post something every day, or every other day at the very least. I record everything in advance to make it easy.”

“How many followers do you have?”

“Just over three million.”

He’s stunned silent, and then he clears his throat and says, “I’m sorry, I thought you just said three million.”

I laugh and nod. “Yeah, I did. It’s a lot of people. Of course, thanks to algorithms and stuff, not all of those people see every post. But a lot do, and they say nice things. I ignore the trolls.”

“What’s your handle?”

I bite my lip. “I haven’t even told my family that I’m doing this.”

Cam frowns. “Why not?”

“Well, Kane wouldn’t know how to use the phone to see it anyway, but I just, I don’t know. I’ve kept it to myself. I’m not embarrassed or anything. It just feels silly.”

“Why?”