The moment William saw Camila’s name flash on his phone screen, he snapped back to reality.
Everything was a mess. His shirt was undone, half-soaked. His body still carried the heat of a woman's kiss, and his breathing hadn’t quite returned to normal.
His body had reacted. Yeah, he’d responded to Grace.
But... wasn’t he supposed to not love her? No, this was just physical. He was a man, and Grace… was temptation personified.
Pushing away every other thought, he answered the call.
Guilt always crept in whenever Camila was involved. And the more guilty he felt, the stronger his urge to protect her became.
His voice softened instinctively. “Camila?”
On the other end, loud metallic music blared in the background. Camila’s voice followed, light and playful. “William, I’m at a bar right n
