ETHAN
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She was sleeping on my bed.
My bed.
Camila.
My beautiful Camila—soft, curled up like a kitten in the middle of my sheets, buried in the pillow I sleep on every damn night like it was her natural place in the world. The moonlight spilled across her skin through the crack in the curtains, softening the sharp edge of her jaw and making her lashes look stupid long. She had one arm tucked under her head, lips slightly parted like she was dreaming about something sweet. Or someone. God, I hoped it was me.
I leaned against the doorframe for a while, just watching. Taking her in. Memorizing the curve of her back under my blanket, the way her body moved ever so slightly with each quiet breath.
It was a picture pulled straight from a fever dream—my fever dream.
I padded across the r
