Cameron stiffened at the sound of a familiar voice. He couldn't move with any subtlety, and to pull back would likely wake Sloane on top of being more damning. Instead he sat frozen, his eyes fixated on the wall on the opposite side of the room and his finger pressing softly into Sloane's wrist just slightly above where her bracelet rested.
It was Alice.
He tried to tell himself that he wasn't technically doing anything wrong. There were no explicit rules against this sort of affection, even if would lead to questions. Alice knew they were close. Alice knew how their relationship was, or at least how it had been before romance had infiltrated their friendship. But still, this had been an intimate moment. A private one. One not meant for anyone's eyes, especially the friends they'd been so desperate to keep it from.
He turned his head slowly, trying to make it look as casual as possible—something made difficult by the pink of his cheeks and his one hand that still rested between Sloane's head and her pillow. He slowly extracted it and placed it on his knee, the warmth from her cheek still radiating off his palm.
"Alice," he said slowly, calmly. "I was too."
It was Alice.
He tried to tell himself that he wasn't technically doing anything wrong. There were no explicit rules against this sort of affection, even if would lead to questions. Alice knew they were close. Alice knew how their relationship was, or at least how it had been before romance had infiltrated their friendship. But still, this had been an intimate moment. A private one. One not meant for anyone's eyes, especially the friends they'd been so desperate to keep it from.
He turned his head slowly, trying to make it look as casual as possible—something made difficult by the pink of his cheeks and his one hand that still rested between Sloane's head and her pillow. He slowly extracted it and placed it on his knee, the warmth from her cheek still radiating off his palm.
"Alice," he said slowly, calmly. "I was too."
