( CAMILLA )
The city at night was flying past the car window. Raindrops were pelting the window, and the silent radio station filled the silence in the car. I leaned my head against the cool glass of the car, trying to calm my head, which was spinning unpleasantly from the excessive amount of alcohol in my system. Soft fingers on my left hand, pleasant chills on my skin. Dark green eyes looking straight at me, I could feel it.
"Are you feeling well?" Marcel's low, calm voice filled the surroundings.
I nodded in the affirmative, even though it was a lie. Marcel lightly tugged me to his side, my head rested on his shoulder, and the man's hand slid down my torso. The aroma around me was relaxing, replacing that bad feeling in my chest and stomach, the nausea. The car rocked steadily, my
