Camille had already drifted off to sleep on the bed by the time Nick emerged from the bathroom. Probably she got so tired. With his towering six-foot frame and what she jokingly refers to as a “monster” in his body, it was no wonder she's completely drained. Camille, standing at five-four or five-five, was no match for his strength due to her slender body-built.
He plopped down on the bed and gazed at her heavenly face. It never crossed his mind that he could ever feel such deep affection for anyone other than Fiona.
His love for his ex-girlfriend went beyond what he actually felt. The simple touch of her hand never made him feel at ease. He couldn’t even want to remember how long he and Fiona had been together. It felt like their time together was a distant memory.
"Hmmm..." Camille’s
