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6 long months later

"Miss Meyer's! I'm so sorry.... I tried!" Walter's frantic voice came from the doorway. Appearing flushed and out of breath with his hand nestled over his heart. I raised my eyes to the tall figure standing beside him and my pen slipped from between my fingers and fell onto my desk.

The sound of my beating heart echoed in my ears at the sight of him. So familiar, yet so new and refreshed. The ghost of my past so hauntingly beautiful standing in my doorway. The man who held the key to my locked heart stood there. Ready to release me from the steel cage I had locked myself into and thrown away the key.

He was the key.

"Cam," I said barely above a whisper. My tongue stuck like I had just sucked an ice cube and numbed the feelings from it. He gave me a knowing smile and a spark dashed in his eyes.

"Mercy," he greeted, tipping his head like he had a hat on, greeting me like a gentleman.

The sound of his deep voice sent familiar shivers down my spin. Making my whole body dance in place. I tucked my shortened hair behind my ears and stood up on shaky legs. As if the floor had become a vast sea of Jello. I hadn't seen him or heard from him in six months, and he still made me as nervous as a schoolgirl with a crush. Still, as nervous as the first time I tried to say hello, and he denied me with one word; No.

I shook my head at Walter, relief spreading across his contorted face. He knew who Cam was and who he had been to me. My ever- protective assistant trying to spare my heart.

"It's ok, Walter, you can go." My voice came out in pieces, shattered at the sight of him. My past love. But I still waved Walter on. I was unsure of him leaving the room and leaving me alone with Cam.

Could I trust myself with him? Could I trust myself with this.... this sex God I had been in love with? Well—not had been. I was in love with. Every day my mind went to him. When I woke up. When my head hit the pillow. How was his recovery? Was he eating enough or buckling his seat belt when he left? Did he safely make it to his destination? How was his book progressing?

Was he ok?

And of course, my brain went to the other sneaky thoughts I had about him falling in love with someone else. He said he couldn't forget about me when he left. But could he really? I imagined my Cam bedding other women and showing them what I missed.

Our intimacy. Our love. Our bond.

Walter took his leave, mouthing how sorry he was he had let him through. Here stood the man I had tried to stop thinking about over the last six months, standing before me. Looking at me like we never parted, his eyes still as blue as the ocean. His beard trimmed and tamed, but there was one noticeable difference about him. One difference that made my heart soar in happiness.

His smile; A true and genuine lip pull.

I waved him into the room, shutting my office door behind him and locked it so our conversation wasn't interrupted. The last thing I needed was Walter bursting through my door when Cam had finally come to see me again. I didn't want an audience. I wanted him.

"I... I can't believe you're here." I smiled up at him, trying to hold back the happy tears in my eyes.

"I brought you something," he said simply, his gruff voice slipping into a softer tone.

He handed me a book, his book. Our book. I couldn't help but smile more. It almost hurt my lips to smile this much. But nothing had made me happier in the past six months than this moment.

"It's about time!" I laughed, running my finger over the red cover, feeling the letters under my touch. "It's beautiful Cam, I love the cover. They did a great job with it!"