Olivia turned her head, gazing out at all the shrimp boats docked for the evening, trying to tame the butterflies that slowly fluttered in her stomach.
“Come on, Libby. Let me in,” he quietly pleaded.
A tear fell down Olivia’s cheek as she continued staring at the blackness on the water. “You don’t even know me, Cam,” she whispered.
He sighed before grabbing her chin, pulling her face toward his so they were mere inches apart. Olivia could feel the heat coming off his body. “All I know is that you love the smell of the ocean.” He smiled thinking about how beautiful she looked when he pulled up in front of her house each day. “Every morning, you sit outside, drink your coffee, and close your eyes when a gentle breeze rolls in, inhaling deeply as if the salty ocean air will fix everything.”
Olivia stared into his eyes, not saying anything, her breathing becoming heavy.
“All I know is that you used to take your coffee with cream, but lately you’ve been drinking it black.”
She felt shivers as Cam brushed his hand across her forehead where her scar was.
“All I know is that last week you couldn’t decide what color to paint your toenails so, instead of making that decision, you painted one foot green and the other foot orange.”
She looked down at her feet and smiled.
“And all I know is that I desperately want to get to know even more about you.” He gently cupped her cheek, staring into her deep brown eyes. “So please, Libby. I’ll take whatever you can give me. Just let me know you.”
Another tear escaped from her eye. “But what if I’m too broken for that, Cam?”
He pulled her to his chest and she reveled in the warmth emanating from his body. “Then let me fix you,” he whispered.
Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, wondering why she wanted him to kiss her so badly. Was it because she liked him, or did she just want to forget about Alexander?
Cam leaned down slowly, his hand moving to the small of her back. She licked her lips and his mouth hovered near hers. She met his lips, brushing against them softly before deepening the kiss. Cam groaned, pulling her further into him, their kiss soft but full. He was gentle, letting Olivia remain in control. It was nothing like kissing Alexander. It wasn’t passionate and forceful. It was tender, the intensity present during Alexander’s kisses was lacking.
Olivia pulled back, staring into Cam’s eyes, wishing she could feel that spark.
“Your lips are so soft, Libby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb against her lower lip as she stared into his eyes with a blank look on her face. She still seemed so empty. She simply stood there, looking sad. “Come on. Let’s go eat. Okay?”
Olivia nodded, remaining silent.
“Good,” he said, kissing the top of her head softly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair.
He clutched onto her hand and led her toward the restaurant. It was a relatively large place, circular in shape with panoramic views of the ocean. Of course, with it being evening, all that was visible were the lights on the shrimp boats.
“The view must be spectacular during sunset,” Olivia remarked as the hostess walked them to their table.
“It is. It’s tough this time of year with the sun setting so early, but if you’re agreeable to it, I’d love to come back and share that with you.” Cam winked, making Olivia blush.
“I’d like that,” she replied, thinking she would do anything to try to forget about Alexander. Maybe Cam was her answer.
Once they were seated and a bottle of wine was on its way, she began to relax a little bit.
“You look better,” Cam commented. “I’m sorry about before.” He eyed Olivia, gauging her reaction.
“What are you sorry about?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know what came over me,” he explained, grabbing her hands in his. “You just looked so sad, and I really wanted to kiss you.” He smiled gently, remembering the feeling of her lips on his, hoping he would get to feel that again. “I just thought maybe it would make you smile,” he said sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Cam. I’m still dealing with a few things, I guess.” She dropped her hands in her lap and gazed across the dark horizon, wondering what Mo and Kiera were doing at that moment. Wondering if they even cared that she left. Again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cam knew there was something that made her end up on a relatively unknown island in Florida. She was running from something. That much he was certain of. Then there was the sadness that seemed to consume her whole being. It was as if her entire world had been ripped from underneath her and she wanted a brand new start.
Olivia’s face was blank as she turned her eyes back to him. The emptiness in them was all-consuming. “I’m not ready for that yet, might never be,” she replied dryly.
Cam grabbed her hand across the table once more. “It’s okay, Libby. If and when you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.” He gently brushed his thumb across her knuckles. “You need someone to listen. You can’t shut everyone out.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Who says I’m shutting people out?”
Cam exhaled loudly, withdrawing his hand. “I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his hair, reminding her of Alexander. “It seems like you are. I don’t know anything about your past, but I’m certain that’s what you’re running from. Whatever it is, it’s not worth closing up and shutting off. Just know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” His eyes met Olivia’s. She noticed the hint of a spark.
Olivia was torn. There was something about Cam that she was drawn to. He seemed so patient and understanding with all of her drama, but how long could that really last? Alexander had admitted that all of her pain and drama would destroy him. The same would be true for Cam, and she would end up in the same position again.
Their server finally returned with their bottle of pinot noir, bringing Olivia back from her thoughts. “I’m glad you ordered a pinot. It’s my favorite,” she remarked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love pretty much any wine, but there’s something about a pinot.”
Cam smiled, taking a sip of his wine and swirling it in his mouth, savoring the smoky flavor. “I’m right there with you. I hope you like it.” He raised his glass. “To new friends.”
“Come on, Libby. Let me in,” he quietly pleaded.
A tear fell down Olivia’s cheek as she continued staring at the blackness on the water. “You don’t even know me, Cam,” she whispered.
He sighed before grabbing her chin, pulling her face toward his so they were mere inches apart. Olivia could feel the heat coming off his body. “All I know is that you love the smell of the ocean.” He smiled thinking about how beautiful she looked when he pulled up in front of her house each day. “Every morning, you sit outside, drink your coffee, and close your eyes when a gentle breeze rolls in, inhaling deeply as if the salty ocean air will fix everything.”
Olivia stared into his eyes, not saying anything, her breathing becoming heavy.
“All I know is that you used to take your coffee with cream, but lately you’ve been drinking it black.”
She felt shivers as Cam brushed his hand across her forehead where her scar was.
“All I know is that last week you couldn’t decide what color to paint your toenails so, instead of making that decision, you painted one foot green and the other foot orange.”
She looked down at her feet and smiled.
“And all I know is that I desperately want to get to know even more about you.” He gently cupped her cheek, staring into her deep brown eyes. “So please, Libby. I’ll take whatever you can give me. Just let me know you.”
Another tear escaped from her eye. “But what if I’m too broken for that, Cam?”
He pulled her to his chest and she reveled in the warmth emanating from his body. “Then let me fix you,” he whispered.
Her heart raced as she looked into his eyes, wondering why she wanted him to kiss her so badly. Was it because she liked him, or did she just want to forget about Alexander?
Cam leaned down slowly, his hand moving to the small of her back. She licked her lips and his mouth hovered near hers. She met his lips, brushing against them softly before deepening the kiss. Cam groaned, pulling her further into him, their kiss soft but full. He was gentle, letting Olivia remain in control. It was nothing like kissing Alexander. It wasn’t passionate and forceful. It was tender, the intensity present during Alexander’s kisses was lacking.
Olivia pulled back, staring into Cam’s eyes, wishing she could feel that spark.
“Your lips are so soft, Libby,” he whispered, brushing his thumb against her lower lip as she stared into his eyes with a blank look on her face. She still seemed so empty. She simply stood there, looking sad. “Come on. Let’s go eat. Okay?”
Olivia nodded, remaining silent.
“Good,” he said, kissing the top of her head softly, inhaling the vanilla scent of her hair.
He clutched onto her hand and led her toward the restaurant. It was a relatively large place, circular in shape with panoramic views of the ocean. Of course, with it being evening, all that was visible were the lights on the shrimp boats.
“The view must be spectacular during sunset,” Olivia remarked as the hostess walked them to their table.
“It is. It’s tough this time of year with the sun setting so early, but if you’re agreeable to it, I’d love to come back and share that with you.” Cam winked, making Olivia blush.
“I’d like that,” she replied, thinking she would do anything to try to forget about Alexander. Maybe Cam was her answer.
Once they were seated and a bottle of wine was on its way, she began to relax a little bit.
“You look better,” Cam commented. “I’m sorry about before.” He eyed Olivia, gauging her reaction.
“What are you sorry about?” she asked, her eyebrows raised.
“I don’t know what came over me,” he explained, grabbing her hands in his. “You just looked so sad, and I really wanted to kiss you.” He smiled gently, remembering the feeling of her lips on his, hoping he would get to feel that again. “I just thought maybe it would make you smile,” he said sheepishly.
“I’m sorry, Cam. I’m still dealing with a few things, I guess.” She dropped her hands in her lap and gazed across the dark horizon, wondering what Mo and Kiera were doing at that moment. Wondering if they even cared that she left. Again.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Cam knew there was something that made her end up on a relatively unknown island in Florida. She was running from something. That much he was certain of. Then there was the sadness that seemed to consume her whole being. It was as if her entire world had been ripped from underneath her and she wanted a brand new start.
Olivia’s face was blank as she turned her eyes back to him. The emptiness in them was all-consuming. “I’m not ready for that yet, might never be,” she replied dryly.
Cam grabbed her hand across the table once more. “It’s okay, Libby. If and when you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.” He gently brushed his thumb across her knuckles. “You need someone to listen. You can’t shut everyone out.”
She eyed him suspiciously. “Who says I’m shutting people out?”
Cam exhaled loudly, withdrawing his hand. “I don’t know.” He ran his fingers through his hair, reminding her of Alexander. “It seems like you are. I don’t know anything about your past, but I’m certain that’s what you’re running from. Whatever it is, it’s not worth closing up and shutting off. Just know that if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here for you. I’ll always be here for you.” His eyes met Olivia’s. She noticed the hint of a spark.
Olivia was torn. There was something about Cam that she was drawn to. He seemed so patient and understanding with all of her drama, but how long could that really last? Alexander had admitted that all of her pain and drama would destroy him. The same would be true for Cam, and she would end up in the same position again.
Their server finally returned with their bottle of pinot noir, bringing Olivia back from her thoughts. “I’m glad you ordered a pinot. It’s my favorite,” she remarked. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I love pretty much any wine, but there’s something about a pinot.”
Cam smiled, taking a sip of his wine and swirling it in his mouth, savoring the smoky flavor. “I’m right there with you. I hope you like it.” He raised his glass. “To new friends.”
