#lostxones

Jamie wasn't about to back away, and he certainly didn't let her logic dampen the tension radiating between them. To him, the twenty years separating them wasn't a barrier, it was simply just a number that she used as a shield whenever she got too close to feeling something real. He let out a short, disbelieving laugh and tilted his head, his thumb tracing the line of her cheekbone slowly before dropping his hand to her chin and tilting her own head up to meet his gaze. "Can't is just a word you use when you're scared," he countered, casually shrugging his shoulders. He stepped even deeper into her space to the point where they were practically touching, forcing her to feel the insistent beating of his heart. "Work? You act like this is a business plan or some shit. I'm not asking for that, I'm just asking for this." He watched Genevieve's eyes carefully, seeing the glimpse of the woman who wanted to let go underneath the polished exterior of the woman who thought she knew better. But unfortunately for her, Jamie knew her body, and he knew she was doing the same thing here, trying to outrun an attraction that had already caught up to her. "You say it can't work because you're looking at the finish line before we've even started the race," he whispered, his hand sliding from her chin to the nape of her neck, fingers tangling in her hair to pull on it slightly and to hold her gaze right where he wanted it. "Look at me. Forget that our relationship is supposed to be strictly professional, forget what people would say about you... Just fucking forget everything. I know you want me, and I don't even have to do much to prove it." He leaned in until their lips were just an inch apart, his breath ghosting over hers. "Tell me to leave. Give me the logic one more time, right now, while I'm touching you... And I'll go. But we both know you're lying."

"Oh god, sorry! I wasn't paying attention at all." Leia asked, her face pink in embarrassment. "A friend just posted pictures of their engagement and I was congratulating them. They've been with their- oh my god, hi!" Her face brightened in recognition. "Wow, I haven't seen you in forever! How are you?"

Cameron froze for a second, the easy smirk faltering just enough to let the hurt flash in his eyes. Of course she wasn't impressed. She never had been. Not by the hype, not by the cameras, not by the jersey with his name stitched across the back. She'd only ever wanted him. "Yeah..." He said quietly, the bravado draining from his voice like air from a deflated ball. "Me neither, if I'm being honest." He looked down for a moment, kicking at the edge of the sidewalk like it might give him an out. But there wasn't one. Not from this. Not from her. Not from the guilt that still hung around his neck like a chain he never quite managed to shake. "The Cameron Steele you knew..." He lifted his gaze again, shoulders lifting into a nonchalant shrug. "He left chasing something he thought he couldn't live without. Thought he had time to figure it out, to come back and make it right." A bitter laugh followed, but it came out short and dry. "Turns out you don't get to just rewind things like game tape." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, the one that still smelled like home, like salt air and regret. "But you... You were always real, Liv. And I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about you every time I came back home." Cameron didn't ask for forgiveness, nor did he expect it. But damn, if he didn't wish Olivia would look at him the way she used to, like he was just Cam, the boy who brought her coffee with too much sugar and kissed her under Spanish moss, not the guy who left her behind in the rearview.

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continued from here // @lostxones

“Good morning,” Tommy strides late into the venue almost mid-afternoon after better spending half of the morning asleep in the maid of honor’s bed. Given the night that they had, he was surprised to be awake at all. The two were back to pretending like they were under strict orders from the bride and groom to not sleep with each other. The wedding weekend wasn’t even close to ending and the two had already broken their one rule. Going back to rehearsals, Thomas chatted with the groom before everyone started pairing off. Making his way to Shiloh, he tried his best to hide the smirk. “You’re looking pretty tired, long night?” he couldn’t hold the chuckle as he tilted his head. “Are you excited for this joint bachelor and bachelorette party?” he almost cringed, not believing that his best friend had been talked into it, but at least now it meant he got to hang out with Shiloh a little longer.