Chapter Twelve
ELIJAH
Cami is the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, but damn, when she’s annoyed, she’s somehow even sexier.
It’s quite f*****g adorable too how hard she’s trying not to be mad when I know she is. With her shoulders squared and her nose in the air, she walks to the table and silently sits.
“Good morning,” I say, holding back a smile. “I warmed this up, so it’s nice and hot.”
“Great,” she grits out. “What is it?”
“French toast with berries.”
“Sounds delicious,” she blurts out, flashing me a fake grin. It’s hard to keep a straight face when she’s worked up like this. But if there’s one thing I’ve learned about Cami, it’s that she’s used to getting her way.
Not this time, though, and it’s killing her.
I might be getting a bit too much enjoyment out of this, but it
