Camille's POV
I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to sleep a wink.
The kiss was ingrained in my memory, the warmth of Gustavo's lips drowning me as my mind drifted down memory lane.
As I adjusted to the guilty pleasure of visualizing our time at the pack's garden, Chloe's look of shock and disappointment pulled me back to the real world.
She had been nothing but helpful to me and the twins and even went all out to help us escape. I had done her a great disservice.
Sleep had somehow evaded me, the night sky which slowly draped away, hinted at a slight sign of dawn.
I had spent the remnant of my night unable to gather my thoughts. My mind had taken a path on its own as it walked down the foggy road leading to my past.
I could remember my first kiss with Gustavo. It tasted like a
