Camille's POV
Amelio Friedrich had me in a state of paranoia.
I was seeing him in my nightmares, he was tormenting my mornings and the worst part was we worked in the same space.
“Camille.” I shook at the mention of my name.
Amelio was in my office, casually making himself a cup of coffee.
“You haven't given me a reply to my request.” He reminded me of the conversation we had outside my house.
“Amelio, we work together. I think it is an awful idea to date someone who I work with.”
There was a spark, something uncultivated between the two of us.
But each time I tried to dig deeper and see if I could give him a chance, the warning bells in my head set off.
“Italy. I knew it in Italy that you were the one. What we share cannot be ignored. You feel it too, I know you do.”
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