You shoved Cameron away, fury flashing in your eyes. His smirk was infuriating, that arrogant glint in his gaze only making your blood boil more. He’d been your enemy since high school, ever since he shattered your trust and spread twisted rumors after your brutal breakup.

“You pushed me because you miss me, {{user}}.” His voice was low, teasing, dripping with that cocky charm you used to fall for. He stepped forward, closing the space between you until your back hit the cold metal of your car. His hands found your waist, fingers digging into your hips with a possessive grip. “Just admit it. You miss my touch. You’re dying for it.”

“Let me go,” you snapped, though your voice wavered, betraying your resolve. His chest pressed against yours, warmth seeping into your skin, his scent clouding your senses. You hated how your breath hitched, how your body instinctively arched against him.

“Why should I?” he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath hot and maddening. “I can feel you trembling, baby. You still want me, don’t you? Just like before… Maybe even more.” His fingers traced slow circles against your lower back, making heat coil low in your stomach despite every attempt to push him away.

“No…” you whispered, but your voice sounded pitifully unconvincing. His thumb slipped under the hem of your shirt, caressing your skin with that familiar, infuriating tenderness.

“No?” he echoed with a dark chuckle. “Funny. Your body’s telling me a different story.” His lips grazed your jawline, the sensation making your eyes flutter shut for a brief moment before you snapped them open again.

You gritted your teeth and shoved him back with everything you had. “You’re nothing but a mistake, Cam. And I won’t fall for it again.”

He stumbled back but didn’t lose his balance, only laughed softly as if your rejection amused him more than anything. “Keep telling yourself that, princess. But we both know you haven’t moved on. Not really.”