Chapter 111: I Don’t Want To Remember (1)
Greg held Cammy close, letting her sobs shake through him, absorbing every bit of her pain as if it were his own. He didn’t rush her, didn’t try to quiet her cries. He just held her, letting her release everything she had been keeping bottled up for so long.
When her tears finally subsided into quiet sniffles, Greg exhaled slowly and leaned back, giving her space. But there was another reason he needed distance—her bare skin against his, the way her body molded into him—it was affecting him in ways he shouldn’t let it.
He was getting hard...
Not now. Not when she had come to him for comfort.
He clenched his jaw, forcing his thoughts elsewhere, trying to focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing rather than the slow heat stirring inside him.
But then—
Cammy moved.
Without warning, she turned to face him, shifting onto her knees. As she lifted herself slightly out of the water, the flickering candlelight cast golden hues on her damp skin, accentuating every curve, every droplet that slid down her exposed breasts.
Greg’s breath hitched. His muscles locked as his gaze involuntarily dropped, landing on the soft swell of her breasts now fully bared before him.
His throat went dry. ’Fuck!’
He swallowed hard, his brain scrambling to process what was happening. The heat in his gut coiled tighter, his body betraying him, desire flooding his veins with a force he wasn’t prepared for.