“That one’s easy.” He slowed down a little and let his hands roam my chest. “From every picture you uploaded from your music school, I could tell you really care for your students. You love your job, you love helping, you love teaching, you love sharing music.”

His answer slowed everything down for me too. Regardless of how mouthwateringly sinful this young man was, how much his body called to me, hearing his thoughts suddenly became more urgent.

“You love your family and your community too,” he murmured. Some of his boyishness faded and made room for something just as genuine but less kinky. “I saw a picture of you and your grandmother holding up pastries and smiling so wide. Multiple pictures of your brother. He’s often goofing off and being funny, and you look like you’re humoring him. But you also post the photos, you don’t throw them out, because they’re important to you. He’s very important to you.” He tapped my lips with his fingertip, and I kissed it softly. “All the photos of faceless students where you write about therapy styles and mental health and the progress children are making—the impact music can make. You, especially you, reveal so much about yourself when you talk about others.”

Not for the first time around Camden—and August, for that matter—I had fuck-all to say in response.

“Did I make you uncomfortable?” he wondered.

I swallowed and shook my head slowly, trying to find the right words. “I’m flattered you see me that way.”

“But you don’t agree with the assessment?”

Fuck if I knew. Probably not, no. “It’s possible I don’t see myself in the best light all the time.” I smiled in an attempt to lighten the tension. A vacation wasn’t the right time to get serious with heavy topics. “I used to jokingly tell people that I’m the reliable workhorse. Not the stallion you use for breeding, not the racehorse you put money on, but I’m good to have around.”

I didn’t get a damn chuckle, even. Just another nose scrunch.

“Jokes are suppost’a be funny, Sir.” He quirked a brow and smirked a little. “Speaking of jokes, did you dump your stupidhead boyfriend?”

My forehead creased. “My who? I’m single, and I don’t recall posting about a stupidhead.”

“Single is awesome,” he exclaimed. “That’s the best news in the galaxy all day.” He was too cute for words. “Last year when I started picking the winners, there was a photo or two of someone I figured was a boyfriend. But now the pictures are gone.”

Ah. Yes, I’d deleted the two photos with Shawn in them. “An ex. Aye, I ended things with him.”

“Good.” Camden looked all smug. “Everyone who stands in my way is a stupidhead, duh.”

I laughed. “You’re fuckin’ cute, you know that?”