( CAMILLA )
"If I bump three times, I win the kiss." Marcel stepped back and then extended his hand towards me to secure the bet.
"Agreed, I can't wait to see what's in that mysterious notebook." I extended my hand, and then squeezed Marcel's hand to seal the bet.
"Pick a color." Marcel's gaze drifted to the three free cars parked nearby.
"Green." I stepped forward to take my seat.
A comfortable seat, a steering wheel and footrests. Laughter was going around, the score even. Marcel was genuinely happy, with a wide white smile on his face, which suited him just fine. As if I hadn't seen the real truth and the dream a couple of hours ago. An unexpected blow from the end, of course I lost by only one point, feeling my cheeks burning red. But Marcel didn't demand a kiss, just a big sm
