Camilas POV
Something is tugging at my chest.
I want to act like it isn't there but I can't.
It's quilt.
Lying in that bed made me feel dirty. I didn't sleep long, and when I did, I dreamt of being buried in velvet sheets while someone screamed my name from the hallway.
When he said he wants to have mornings like this. I didn't know what to say. Not because I didn't like the same, but because I do. I want this man. His messy hair in the morning, his sarcasm, the way he studies me like a book he hasn't decided whether to trust yet.
I felt like Thanos from The Avengers. How long can I really keep this up? I have let my guard down. I can't stop thinking about him.
What's going to happen when he finds out? How can I just walk away after this?
Honk!
The sound of a horn draws me o
