Dylan’s POV
“So you can see the future?” I asked with a raised eyebrow, my shock so evident in my voice that I knew that even Camilla could hear it.
“And you’ve been interfering with my, our,” I corrected as I continued, “future because you don’t want to run into me because I might interrupt your practice?” I continued and she nodded.
Camilla averted my gaze as she toyed with her fingers, I could tell that she was nervous about what I might do to her now that she has come clean to me.
Frankly I have no intention of yelling at her or making her scared because I knew that not wanting to run into me while practicing is a valid enough reason for her to do what she did so I’m not mad at her.
“I’m sorry.” She apologized again in a mutter but I only smirked as I lifted her face up, my finger
