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 flawlessly smooth, his hands noticeably larger 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 my composure in his presence, his demeanor was both relaxed 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 the company she's keeping.”
My cheeks blazed 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 popular 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 becoming 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….
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