Cam didn’t look surprised by my response or undaunted. “I figured you’d say that.”

“Then why did you ask?”

He finally—thank God—backed away and gripped the side of the door. “Because I wanted to.”

“Oh. Well. Okay. Glad you got it out of your system.”

His brows knitted. “I haven’t gotten it out of my system.”

Oh no. “You haven’t?”

“Nope.” He flashed a charming grin. “There’s always tomorrow.”

“What about tomorrow?”

“I’ll ask you again.”

I shook my head. “The answer will be the same.”

“Maybe. Maybe not.” He reached out and tapped the tip of my nose. “And maybe you’ll say yes. I’m a patient guy, and hey, like you said, I don’t give up easily.”

“Great,” I muttered, but…oh, oh man, there was an unfamiliar stirring in my chest.

“Knew you’d see it that way.” Cam tweaked the tip of my nose, and I swatted his hand away. “Don’t worry. I know the truth.”

“The truth about what?”

Cam stepped back. “You want to say yes, but you’re just not ready.”

My jaw dropped.

“It’s okay.” His grin turned cocky. “I’m a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you’ll have fun handling me.”

Then before I could muster up a response worthy of that statement, he tapped my nose once more and then shut the door in my face.

#

Back in my apartment, I dropped my bag on the couch and collapsed next to it. Go out on a date with Cameron? Was he insane? He had to be joking or just flirting. On the ride home, he hadn’t mentioned it again, instead he spent the time drilling me about my schedule. Question by question, he dragged out every detail about the classes I was taking. By the time we’d got back to the building, I was exhausted.

Leaning my head back against the cushion, I closed my eyes. My heart was beating pretty fast for just sitting down. Was he being serious about not hooking up with Stephanie on Wednesday? Seemed odd to me that he hadn’t if she really had been all over him.

Honestly, it didn’t matter.

I couldn’t do a relationship of any sorts. Maybe one day. Hopefully one day, because I didn’t want to be like this for the rest of my life. Eventually I wanted to be the girl who got excited about being asked out on a date instead of the girl who came home and did this.

Opening my eyes, I groaned. “I’m Señor Fucktard. Or Señorita Fucktard.”

I pushed to my feet and started halfway to the bedroom before I remembered my vibrating bag. “Shit.”

Hurrying back to the couch, I reached into the side pocket and pulled out my cell. I tapped the screen, fully expecting to see a text from Jacob or Brittany pop up. Instead I saw a missed call and voicemail.

“What the hell?”

I ran my fingers along the side and figured out I’d knocked the damn thing to silent. Sliding my figure along the screen, I unlocked it and saw that the call was from an UNKNOWN CALLER.