CHAPTER 47
SMELLS LIKE SEX
ISABELLA
The door swung open and my heart stopped. Camille stood in the frame, her eyes moving between us.
How long was she standing behind the f*****g door!? Did she hear anything!?
My hand flew to my hair, pushing it back as I smoothened it down. My lips were still tingling and my mouth still tasted like him as heat rose up my meck.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, forcing my face to look normal.
"I see you both are now bestfriends,” she smirked, ignoring my question.
"Are you jealous she replaced you so soon?” Alexander teased. “I just came to right my wrongs.”
Camille looked at him, then at me, then back at him. Her eyebrows raised in mock surprise.
"You came to apologize at night?"
"I couldn't sleep." His voice was calm and reasonable. "I d
