Oh my God, I couldn’t believe I just thought that. Was there a fake penetration I was unaware of? Actually, sort of. We’d done everything except sex. We’ve touched, groped, he’d gone down on me and I on him, but sex? There had been none of the actual act, but the last time, what Ollie was claiming he heard, it had seemed like we were heading there. There had been a certain intent

I’d panicked and basically went down on Cam. Not that he was complaining, but I couldn’t keep doing that. We had to take our relationship to the next level. Besides, I was probably the only twenty-year-old virgin on campus and how long would Cam wait for me to be ready? We’d been together for four months and guy time was like dog years so that was like four years.

Anticipation tingled throughout me, but under the excitement, unease formed like a ball of ice in my chest.

Cam circled his arms around my waist, pulling me out of my chair and into his lap. The people at our table basically ignored us, but the ones at the tables around us, were starting to stare.

He was totally unfazed by the attention as he tipped his head back, grinning widely. “So what do you say?”

“You two are so sickly sweet it’s actually cute,” Jacob said, interrupting us. We looked at him. “If you don’t skip art and run off with him, I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Well then, how can I say no?”

I just hoped that when it came down to it, I could say yes.

#

Cam really was extraordinary.

And I don’t know how he managed to continuously surprise me with his thoughtfulness or how it was even possible for him to be so wonderful. Or why it took me so long to pull my head out of my ass and to see that.

When we’d left the campus, he met me about my car and ushered me over to his truck. “What are we doing?”

“You’ll see.”

The secretive half smile had me on edge. It wasn’t until we hit I70 and I saw the sign did I know where we were going. I twisted toward him and in my excitement, I almost choked myself with the seatbelt.

Cam laughed.

“We’re going to D.C.? Aren’t we?” I exclaimed, practically bouncing in my seat.

He slid me a sly side look. “Maybe.”

“And we’re going to the Smithsonian, right?”

“Quite possibly.”

I flipped forward, clasping my hands together. “Why?” I blurted out. “I mean, I know history bores you, so why?”

“Why?” He laughed again as he messed with his baseball cap. “I told you that I’d go to the Smithsonian with you and I didn’t get to do it with you on your birthday, so I thought why not today?”