The Player gets played.
"Wait… Cameroon… wai…" My voice wavered as I placed my hands firmly on his chest, pushing him backward just enough to create space between us. My palms pressed against the hard plane of his chest, his body warm beneath my fingertips.
Cameroon took a small step back, his dark eyes never leaving mine. There was something unreadable in them, a quiet challenge mixed with amusement, as though he already knew what I was thinking before I had even thought it.
"Come on… what’s the wait?" he murmured, his tone smooth, teasing, but laced with something heavier. Something that sent a ripple through my composure.
His gaze traced over my face, slowly and deliberately, as if he were peeling back every layer of my thoughts.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to……
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