Cameron’s POVThe second we shut the bathroom door behind us, both Brandon and I jumped like we'd been caught making out by a teacher , which, to be fair, wasn't too far from the truth.I yanked my phone from the makeshift stand on the sink and stopped the recording with shaking hands. “Okay,” I breathed, “Let’s see who was the fucker creeping on us.”We hovered over my phone screen like it held the answer to life’s biggest mystery. I rewound the footage, skipping past the fake flirting, the water droplet kiss (yeah, still not over that), and paused the video at the exact moment the doorknob jiggled open.“There,” I whispered, pausing the video at the exact frame.Brandon’s brows pinched, his face leaning in close to mine as we both stared at the small screen. The faintest shadow flickered at the crack beneath the bathroom door,then, boom. A flash of someone holding their phone. Not a full face, but enough of a profile to piece it together.That jawline. That mop of curly brown hair.
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