Chapter Thirteen
Mel
I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed before how flushed Cammie always got.
It was all I could think about on my walk back home to Aunt Dorrie's.
Sure, I doubted Cammie was lying about the ovens being hot, but the way she was acting gave me a little hope that maybe it had a little less to do with the ovens and a little more to do with me.
I shouldn't be thinking or hoping that, but after she turned bright red at my comment about being good with my hands, which I really hadn't even meant as an innuendo, I couldn't help myself from suggesting I shouldn't wear much tonight.
I just wanted to see what she'd say and to see if maybe I could make her flush a little deeper.
I hadn't been disappointed.
Maybe there was something to what Aunt Dorrie was suggesting about Cammie.
That she was open to new connections anyway, and that she was into women.
I hadn't expected that, hadn't expected that she might be a little into me.
I loved Mattie so much, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him or his trust. So, whatever I was doing couldn't go further than maybe a little light flirting, since she didn't seem opposed.
To tell the truth, after seeing how easily I could make her blush, I wasn't sure I would've been able to stop myself from flirting with her, especially since I was about to be spending quite a lot of time alone with her.