Chapter 141 The Date


    Evelyn


    I observed him as he lifted the cup to his lips, his blue eyes sparkling from the get-go, his muscles subtly defined even beneath the fabric of his shirt. His skin appeared wlessly smooth, his hands noticeablyrger than mine, and his lips adorned with a natural pink hue. Sun-kissed locks of blonde hair cascaded in waves, framing a face boasting chiseled features and an undeniable rugged charm—this was far from what I had anticipated. Cameron was, without a doubt, drop-dead gorgeous and utterly breathtaking.


    Seated across from me, every gesture he made seemed to flow with an effortless grace, as if he were following a dance choreographed by the gods themselves. The rich aroma of coffee enveloped the air around him, mingling with the subtle hint of his cologne, despite the appropriate distance between us.


    He smelt good. Too fucking good.


    While I struggled to maintain myposure in his presence, his demeanor was both rxed and confident, entirely at ease in his own skin.


    Man. This was not good for me I shouldn''t feel this nervous Was this truly the same Cameron I thought I knew? With each passing moment, it became increasingly difficult to believe.


    How did he change so fucking much?!


    "Well, if I may inquire..." I cleared my throat, setting my own cup down. "What sparked this sudden transformation?”


    A slow, seductive smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he paused, lowering his cup. That small smirk blossomed into a full-fledged smile. "To ensure my crush isn''t disappointed with thepany she''s keeping."


    My cheeks zed crimson at his words, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stifle a smile. "Surely that''s not the actual reason," I stammered, trying to brush it off.


    "Well, that''s exactly the reason," he chuckled, leaning back against the couch. "Care to share why you chose this location? I always thought Evelyn, the most popr girl in high school and presumably college, preferred fancy restaurants. Why a simple café?"


    "I''ve grown tired of fancy things," I replied, my voice wavering for a moment before steadying. "They tend to... bore me."


    "I see," he nodded, though it seemed he caught that subtle crack in my voice but chose to let it slide. "You know, I had little to no expectation that you''d respond to my text. When you did, I nearly fainted."


    "And you know, I find it astonishing how even after bing so handsome, you''re still stuck on that high school crush."


    "So my transformation was worth it," he chuckled. "To be called handsome by you-it made it worth it."


    Once again, my cheeks flushed. "Oh, shut up."


    "I can''t seem to when you''re in front of me, Evelyn. Your photos don''t do justice to you-you''re gorgeous. Enough to take anyone''s breath away," he said, his eyes darkening slightly as he spoke, his expression conveying the sincerity of his words.


    God! He was making me nervous....


    His suddenpliment caught me off guard, and all I could manage was a simple, stammering, "Thank you," before I lifted the cappino to my lips.


    As I lowered the ss, he emitted a


    soft chuckle and leaned closer, reaching out. Before I couldprehend, his thumb brushed against my lips, wiping something away You had a little something on your lips, beautiful,” he whispered, his face still close to mine, not pulling away.


    Holy shit!


    "Oh," I exhaled, visibly nervous and struggling to figure out how to react with him so close-truth be told, it was hard to tear my eyes away from him. But at the same time-I didn''t feel those familiar butterflies, those sparks, those urges-it was just nervousness, like being in the presence of a beautiful, nearly


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    His intense gaze lingered on me for a few heartbeats before lowering to my lips. I watched as his jaw hardened, his muscles tensing, before he slowly pulled away and settled back against his seat.


    I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear, attempting to steady my racing heart—I didn''t understand why it was pounding so wildly, as if his gaze held some inexplicable power over me.


    "So tell me something, beautiful," he began, breaking the tension. "I know it''s a bitte to ask, but are you single?"


    His question dissipated some of the tension in the air, earning a chuckle from me. "Do Ie across as a cheater to you?"


    "Well, certainly not," he chuckled, scratching his jaw. "You could simply be exploring."


    "If that''s your concern, then let me assure you-I''m not talking to anyone else besides you," I replied. "For now, you''re the only one."


    A small smile yed at his lips, as if he could tell there was not even a drop of lie in my words. But then he said something that made me freeze in ce, “Well, your choice certainly won''t disappoint you. I can satisfy you to the point where you''ll never want to leave me."


    I nearly choked on my cappino, staring at him wide-eyed. "Wait, w-what?"


    I saw him suppress a smile before rifying, "With your choice, I mean. You''ll be d you chose to talk to me that''s what I meant."Published by N?v''elD/rama.Org.


    It didn''t quite make sense, but at least he attempted to diffuse the tension.


    "Oh..." I rxed my shoulders, but my heartbeat still raced. He meant what he said that part didn''t just serve to ease the situation; it meant exactly what I first thought.


    "Take a sip before it gets cold," he urged, taking a sip from his own cup, his eyes locked onto mine with such intensity that it sent shivers down my spine. I''d always assumed boys my age would be immature, foolish, weak, yboys, but Cameron proved me wrong-everything about him spoke of man. He was a man. An intimidating one.


    “Sure, thanks,” I murmured, taking the cup and sipping, feeling his gaze linger on me the entire time.


    So far, Cameron ke felt like the man who could help me forget my past. Move past Jacob Adriano.