"Yes, thank you," Brittany said and I could hear the flirtatiousness in her tone. I forced myself not to roll my eyes. There was never an inopportune time for Brittany to flirt.

"I'm Kurt," he said. Although he was holding me up, he addressed Brittany.

"Brittany," she said and did a cutesy hair flip.

"Can we go?" I asked her as she locked eyes with Kurt for a long minute. I hated to break up the party, but I was getting uncomfortable with the scrutiny of the others in the gym.

"Sure," she agreed readily. She turned to Kurt. "Do you think you could help me get her back to our dorm?" Her long lashes lowered and she pressed her lips together in a pout.

"I think I'll be fine," I insisted. When Kurt looked away, Brittany's expression turned pleading. I relented. "But I guess it wouldn't be hurt to have someone around in case I feel lightheaded again."

We made an awkward trio as we left the gym. Kurt had been ecstatic over being enlisted to walk us to the dorm, and I could see the sparks flying between him and Brittany. I trailed behind while they chatted during the ten-minute hike back to the townhouse.

Kurt fit in with Brittany's type perfectly. He had dark hair, dark eyes, and an amazing body. He towered over her pet.i.te frame and she had hit his arm playfully more than once, squeezing his enormous biceps. I guessed she'd found her latest conquest. Brittany seemed ready for something more than a casual fling, and I hoped she'd find someone soon to get serious with.

Once we got back to the dorm, I excused myself while Brittany and Kurt continued to talk out front. Hurrying into my room, I collapsed on my bed. I was exhausted. My mind and body were tired, and I didn't know how much longer I would be able to stand it. I craved oblivion; the chance to disappear and not have to deal with the anxiety that food and my weight caused me each day. I wanted to fall asleep and wake up in a new body I could be content with.

Chapter Six.

"Happy twenty-first, Kayla!" Brittany's jubilant voice rang out as we downed our second round of shots for the night.

We were at the second stop in our planned bar crawl for the night. Brittany's plan involved us having a shot and a maximum of two drinks at each place before moving on. We'd taken a taxi to Main Street, a long stretch of road containing the most popular bars frequented by Trenton College students.

We had a pre-celebration in our dorm before heading out around ten o'clock. Brittany ordered pizza and purchased a delicious chocolate cake from a local bakery. As I indulged, it became a struggle to not rush off to the bathroom and purge the high-calorie meal. However, I vowed to not let my food issues ruin my night.

My mom hadn't been thrilled that I wasn't coming home for my birthday. She would only surrender after I promised to spend the next weekend at home. I was excited to see Lila, but dreading the time I'd be forced to spend with my mother. Birthday celebrations were especially hard, since most of the time I'd stare at my father's empty chair and wish he were there. If I closed my eyes, I could still hear him singing Happy Birthday off-key at the head of the table.

As we lined the gla.s.ses back up on the bar, I pulled on the hem of my dress. Brittany had insisted we go shopping for something new for me to wear out. She made it clear the oversized sweaters and jeans I'd been living in were unacceptable. After I saw her outlandish choices, we compromised, and I bought a simple black dress, with a rounded neckline that dipped startlingly close to my cleavage, and a hem resting on my thighs. I'd been thrilled that I fit into a size six-a size I hadn't been since high school. My good mood over the revelation allowed me to forget how out of character I felt in the dress.

Kurt leaned over and whispered something in Brittany's ear. She tossed back her head and let out a high-pitched giggle. Since my almost-collapse at the gym, Kurt and Brittany had been inseparable. Kurt was a senior finance major and seemed to be a nice guy. As long as he made Brittany happy, I approved of him.

Jessica and Danielle were seated at the bar and talking to Todd and Dan, a couple of fraternity guys Brittany was friendly with. Dan and Jessica had been flirty since we left for the night, and I had a feeling they'd be hooking up before the night was over. The twins were casual daters, and I didn't expect anything serious to develop.

When I scanned the bar, my jaw suddenly dropped. Panicked, I grabbed Brittany's arm and pulled her away from Kurt. I whispered harshly in her ear, "He's here."

Brittany drew her eyebrows together. "Who?"

"Cameron," I said nervously. "Don't look now, but he's wearing a green polo shirt and sitting with a group at the table to our left."

I groaned as Brittany snapped her head in Cameron's direction. Inconspicuously, I snuck a look past her to where Cameron was seated. He was with three other guys and two girls. A redhead was seated next to him, and I was surprised by the surge of jealousy I felt when I saw her lean toward him and say something that made him laugh.

"Let's leave," I urged Brittany.

After Brittany was done eyeballing him, she spun back around to face me. "Are you crazy, Kayla? He's hot," Brittany a.s.serted and mimed fanning her face for emphasis. "I'll let you call dibs since you met him first."

"He's probably on a date with that girl. I really don't want to run into him," I moaned.

"Kayla, get a grip. You look freaking gorgeous! Guys can't stop staring at you. I'm telling you, even if he is with that girl, he won't be once he sees you." I went to protest, but stopped when Brittany added, "You're too late anyway. He just saw you."

I locked eyes with him from across the bar. Recognition dawned on Cameron's features. He addressed the group at his table as he rose to his feet. They looked my way and I was relieved the dark lighting of the bar could hide my blush. Brittany's smile was charming as Cameron approached. He kept his eyes on me the entire time.

"Hey," he greeted me.

"Hi," I replied. I gestured toward Brittany. "This is my roommate, Brittany."

"Cameron," he said, with only a brief glance in her direction. "It's nice to meet you."

He held my gaze again and I swallowed visibly. Brittany's expression turned sly. She patted us both on our shoulders. "Well, I'll let you two catch up. I'm going to grab a drink with Kurt." She addressed Cameron. "It was great to meet you."

I leaned into the wall behind me once Brittany slithered away. I took a sip of my drink and tried to come up with something witty to say.

"You never called," Cameron stated. It wasn't an accusation, but his tone told me he had hoped I would be in touch with him.

"I wanted to," I said softly into my gla.s.s.

"I wasn't going to come out tonight." When he paused, I shifted my gaze to his face. "I'm really glad I did."

"Kayla! Dan bought you another shot!" Jessica stumbled in my direction and thrust a shot gla.s.s into my hands. The alcohol was already hitting her hard and I suspected she wouldn't be upright for much longer. When she saw Cameron, she tossed back her blond hair. "Whoa, are you Kayla's present?"

Cameron laughed. "It's your birthday?" he asked me.

"Yes, first time legally in a bar."

"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, taking note of my near empty gla.s.s.

"That would be great, thanks. It's a rum and Diet c.o.ke." After asking Jessica if she needed a drink, he elbowed his way to the bar.

Jessica's eyes were wide as she watched him walk away. "Who is that?"

"Just some guy I met in the Student Center a couple of weeks ago. He was doing credit card sign-ups." I was trying to play it cool. I was frightened by how much I liked him already. But there was a recklessness about the night working in my favor. It was my twenty-first birthday, and I wanted to shed my normal insecurities and have a fun night.

My skin was abuzz with antic.i.p.ation when I saw him turn away from the bar and return to me. I loved seeing him out of a suit. His polo shirt highlighted his lean muscles, and the pair of jeans he was wearing accentuated the nice shape of his behind. His hair still had the mussed style I'd found s.e.xy when I saw him at the college. My hands itched to run my fingers through it.

When Cameron handed Jessica her beer, she thanked him and darted back to our group of friends. Cameron opened up his mouth to talk, but a shout from behind interrupted his thought. "Cam!" I pivoted toward the source of the voice and saw the redhead calling to Cameron from their table. She was motioning emphatically, and I didn't want to be labeled the interloper.

"I shouldn't keep you from your friends." I fiddled with the silver bracelet on my wrist. "Thank you for the drink."

"A table opened up next to them. Do you want to have a seat with me?"

The alcohol was diminishing my nervousness and I suddenly felt emboldened. "Yes. I'll just let my friends know."

Brittany sent me a wink after I let her know I'd be heading to a table with Cameron. He took me by the hand as I walked away from my friends. His hand was warm and I loved the feel of his skin again mine. I hadn't realized how much I'd been craving affection until his fingers intertwined with my own.

Cameron introduced me to his friends at the table. They were a group of his high school friends who still lived in the area. Besides the redhead, who introduced herself as Taylor, his friends were polite and asked about where I lived and what I was studying. Taylor was silent, and I felt derision come off her in waves. I was allergic to girl drama and felt relieved when we sat at the adjacent table.

He pulled out the chair for me and took the seat across from me. "I wish I would've known it was your birthday, I'd have brought a gift."

My smile was wry. "Really?"

"Well, since you didn't call to let me know, you'll have to settle for my company." He leaned back into his chair and took a long sip of his beer. "Was there a reason you decided not to call me?"

"It wasn't anything personal, I'm a shy person," I said.

"Oh," he breathed. "A rookie mistake, I should've asked for your number. You were giving off the vibe that you weren't interested, so I didn't want to come off as too pushy."

"You're a credit card rep, it's in your nature to be pushy," I teased.

He winced and put a hand to his heart. "You wound me with your low opinion of credit card reps."

I liked our rapport. I hadn't felt that relaxed with a guy in a long time. He was helping me loosen up. It felt natural to smile and laugh with him, reminders I could be a normal human being if I wanted to.

"So, was I right? Was I coming on too strong and you were being too nice to tell me to get lost?"

I dared a look into his brilliant blue eyes. "No," I said softly. "I'm interested, but I'm not going to step on any toes if you're seeing someone else." I sent a meaningful look toward his table.

His mouth turned down and he asked, "Do you mean Taylor? I'm not with her."

I used the tip of my ring finger to trace the rim of my gla.s.s. "I was getting a hands-off vibe from her when we were introduced."

"We dated back in high school, but it's been over for years. She tries to act possessive about me, says it's because she's looking out for me. But we're only friends."

His sincerity was disarming. The college boys I'd had brief flirtations with were disingenuous. They would ply me with compliments, but they turned their attention elsewhere when I didn't put out. But Cameron seemed honestly surprised I'd feel threatened by Taylor. I was making a.s.sumptions about what kind of person he was based on how attractive I found him. I had to stop expecting the worst in people.

I said, "You're single, then?"

He opened his mouth to reply. After a brief hesitation, he pinched his lips together.

"What?" I asked. "You do have a girlfriend then?" Settling back in my chair, I waited patiently for his answer. My stomach clenched as I waited for him to admit he was in a relationship.

"No," he laughed and a flash of embarra.s.sment crossed his features. "I was going to say something like 'hopefully not for long,' but I'm thinking I should back off a little bit. I like you and I don't want to come off like a c.o.c.ky jerk."

My eyes lit up. "You're not."

"Good, because you're a little hard to read. But I like that about you. It makes me want to try and figure out what you're thinking," he said, and he scooted forward in his chair.

His knee brushed against mine under the table. His touch made my skin come alive, and I wanted to thank Brittany for insisting I wear a dress. I took a breath. "So, what else should I know about you, Cameron?"

"Well, my friends call me Cam, but I find the way you say my full name very s.e.xy, so keep calling me that."

He was something else. My inept.i.tude with men made me glad he was taking the lead. His self-a.s.surance was appealing, and I found myself turned on. I liked the emotions he was invoking inside me, and I couldn't deny the appeal of being desired by someone like him.

"Anything else I should know? Besides the fact that you're an incurable flirt." I laughed.

"I live in an apartment a few blocks from here. Just me and my dog, Angus; he's an English bulldog and he's pure awesomeness."

I smiled at his description. I doubted he could get any cuter, and I was suddenly grateful I'd run into him.

"My parents live about twenty minutes away, and I have a younger sister who just started her soph.o.m.ore year at Rutgers."

"I have a younger sister, too. Her name is Lila and she's still in high school." I conjured up Lila in my head and felt a pang as I realized how much I missed her. The last time we'd talked over Skype, she was irate over my mother trying to control her daughter's social life and deciding who was good enough for her to date. "I'm from Red Bank, it's about an hour away."

"I saw a concert there last year with my sister, Scarlett. We went for drinks afterward, seemed like a cool town. I'd like to go back some time."

"It is a fun place. The bars always have amazing bands playing. I couldn't wait to turn twenty-one to check some of them out."

Cameron laced his fingers behind his neck and grinned. "Sounds like we have a date then."

I laughed. "You're pretty sure of yourself."

"You did tell me you were interested," he pointed out. "Are you going to keep saying no each time I ask you out? Because it's okay to admit you want me."

Although he was teasing, heat crept into my cheeks. His grin turned wicked and I gulped down the rest of my drink nervously. He was making my need for control slip, but I was enjoying the sensation.

Brittany appeared before us. "I hate to break this up, but we still have three more bars to hit."

I shot Cameron an apologetic smile. "We're doing a bar crawl for my birthday. Meaning everyone will be completely smashed by the time we get home."

"Yes, and we're already behind schedule." Brittany placed her hands on her hips and sulked.

I stood up and squelched my annoyance over her interruption. I was compelled to remind her of whose birthday it was. "Fine," I answered shortly. "Just give me a minute."

Brittany took the hint and scampered back to Kurt. My annoyance disappeared when I saw the twins glance in my direction. They had all come out for my birthday, and I couldn't ditch them for a cute guy.

Cameron got to his feet and walked around to my side of the table. "I really don't want you to leave." His voice had taken on a seductive quality as he tilted his head close to mine. "I can't stand the thought of anyone else seeing you in that dress."

My breath caught. His hand slid down my bare arm and gooseflesh emerged once his fingers pulled away. "Come with us," I said, my voice thickened with desire. Within minutes of seeing him again, I was already entranced by his presence and I wasn't ready to let him go. I frowned when I remembered his friends seated next to us. "I guess it would be rude to leave your friends."

"I'll see if they want to come," Cameron suggested. "If not, I'll catch up with them later."

His eyes searched my face and I felt in tune with his thoughts. We needed more time together to see where this was going. There was chemistry between us, and I hoped he wasn't only feeling a s.e.xual connection. My thoughts were l.u.s.tful, but I was also attracted to the sweet guy I'd seen glimpses of during our brief encounters. He was a mystery I was excited to unravel, and I wanted the night to never end.

Chapter Seven.