CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
~Camilla
Holy, his words wrapped around me like a blanket, pulling me in. This was... a lot. More than a lot, really. I couldn’t even wrap my head around everything he was saying. All those feelings, those words, the way he was looking at me, like I was someone worth caring about, someone he wanted to be with. It was like a pressure building up inside me, a dam that could burst at any second.
I shifted in my seat, feeling suddenly very exposed. My hands tightened around my glass, but it didn’t do anything to steady me. Hell, the last thing I should be feeling right now was this… warmth, this flicker of hope that maybe, I could have something better than everything that had been dragged across my life.
I was here, sitting across from a man who was genuinely kind, w
