Cameron Hamilton személy
Closing my eyes, I turned my head to the side, feeling the way his skin slid alongside mine. „You're a good guy, Cam.”
„No, I'm not.” He exhaled deeply and his breath was warm against my cheek. „I'm only good with you.”
“I’m skipping,” Ollie announced, “but Cam doesn’t have a class until this afternoon, so he’s a good boy.”
“And you’re a bad boy?” I asked.
Ollie’s grin was contagious. “Oh, I’m a bad, bad boy.”
Cam shot his friend a look. “Yeah, as in bad at spelling, math, english, cleaning up after yourself, talking to people, and I could go on.”
He cocked his head to the side. “Anything else you’re allergic to?”
“Besides penicillin and guys who bust up into my apartment? No.”
“Hardy-har-har,” he replied, dipping down as he started opening cabinets. “How many weaker, less assured guys have you slayed with that tongue of yours?”
“Apparently not enough,” I muttered.
“Weren’t you paying attention in class when Drage went over this and the imaging cameras?”
I crossed my arms. “You were drawing the cast of Duck Dynasty when he was going over that.”
He laughed as he turned back to the telescope and started adjusting the knobs and buttons and other things I couldn’t remember. “I was listening.”