CHAPTER SIXTY TWO – A CLOSE CALL

She eyed the limited seating space beside his hulking frame, feeling her mouth go dry. While she couldn't deny the powerful magnetic pull thrumming between them, allowing herself to be boxed into such an intimate atmosphere felt like a risky gambit. Luckily, Donald swooped in to "rescue" her from being forced into an awkward decision - though not entirely by choice. "You know what, I'm just gonna go ahead and scout the pick-your-own blast options while you two figure things out," he said in an obvious tone, immediately bee-lining for the counter. The meant-to-be subtle brush-off was certainly not lost on either Cameron or Madison, settling into the booth in an equally awkward silence. For several long moments, neither seemed able to make direct eye contact, despite the continued sizzling tension. Finally, just as Madison felt compelled to blurt out something - anything - to cut through the sudden weirdness, Cameron let out a low chuckle and raked a hand through his tousled hair in a