CAMILLA'S POV:
I faced the floor-length mirror as I gazed at my reflection. A memory from yesterday made a smile creep up my face without my consent.
"How do you feel about going out with me tomorrow?" Blaine asked in a sleepy voice as his arm curled around my waist. After Blaine's attempt of luring me into another make out session to which I bolted upstairs out of fear, he laughed at my skittishness and called me down with the promise of only making me dinner. As much as I wanted to be with him again I wasn't sure my body was healed enough for that. I also knew that if he as much as touched me I would forget about my soreness and let him have his wicked way with me. I needed help.
We had dinner and went to bed which was when he popped the question about spending the day with hi
