CAM.
“What do you think?” I murmur, locking her hands with one of mine as my free hand trails down her body. I feel the slight tremor that runs through her as she flinches under my touch. I reach her thigh, tracing slow, deliberate circles around it—light, teasing, just enough to make her squirm.
Then, my fingers find the scar.
The one she got for saving me.
I never thought anyone would risk their life for me. Because I am Cam Watson. People either fear me or want to take me down. No one willingly steps into the line of fire for someone like me. But this scar—this scar changed everything. Maybe that was the moment I started seeing her differently. As a woman. As something more than just another person in my orbit.
She hid the truth, never told me she did it for me. But the footage told me everything. She saw that bastard coming. She saw the knife in his hand. And just as he was about to stab me, she made sure I turned—took the hit for me instead.