Camilas POV
When I wake up, it's bright. The curtain is slightly open and I have I overslept.
Sinclair is still sleeping, I can still feel the warmth of his body. One arm placed over my waist. He's breathing is slow.
For some seconds I don't move. I just stare at the ceiling. My legs are tangled with his within the sheets.
I stay, face up, stirring at the ceiling. My arms laying aimlessly on the bed.
We had s*x.
Not just s*x, it felt like something else. I feel something. Something I am not supposed to feel.
Not when I am here under false pretense.
The guilt. It creeped it in slowly. Mrs Montclair's voice echoes in my head. Make him fall for you.
What happens when he finds out that the woman lying in his bed isn't Just a girl a met by coincidence. Just something stitched u
