Chapter 27

Troy had flopped on his back, his side, and to his back again more times than Camryn could count, but she didn't dare move from her spot on the bed. Her legs were going numb, but she didn't care. For some reason, some idiotic and irritating reason, she couldn't hold her tongue or maintain her sanity around him. Her defense mechanisms threw up mental blocks whenever they were alone. Nothing worked.

She could smell his soap. He'd showered after her most recent humiliation, which actually turned out to be quite fun. And hot. Very hot. Troy and his list. She wondered if he called it 101 Ways to Make Camryn Look Like a Fool. Worse, she wondered if there were one hundred and one things on his list.

The smell of soap shouldn't be sexy. In fact, it should be against the law-

"Camryn," he whispered.

Do. Not. Answer.

"Camryn, are you awake?"

Under any circumstances.

She sighed. The way he'd whispered her name had her insides turning into a combustible engine. "Yes, I'm awake." Idiot!