"TELL me, Camilla, you like that when I lick your shoulders, right?"
That wasn't my memory... but it feels so strange.
"Don't hesitate to call me when you're sad, or anxious, or even if you want to call me just because... it's fine with me. It would be my pleasure if you remembered me first when you wanted to talk to someone."
He's not referring to me... Sam wasn't talking to me in this memory of mine, but it was Camilla. It was the real Camilla who was sitting in front of him while staring intently at Sam, like he wanted to kiss him, but tried hard not to as she bit her lower lip and played with the hem of her shirt.
The memory was uncannily vivid, like I was at the scene. I remember all of those things like I've been a part of their story even though I wasn't. I remember reading this
