***CAMILLA POV***
I run to him, without a care in the world laughing. I know he's my best friend, and I love him deeply, I know I have other people I care about but for some reason, I can't recall his name anymore or anyone’s name but his voice is familiar and safe.
"Camilla," he calls, his voice warm drawing me closer. He hugs me tightly, and press his lips against mine gently. "Want to swim?" he suggests, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
I nod enthusiastically, still laughing. He's perfect, his body sculpted by the gods themselves. I'm in my bikini, and he's wearing a simple pair of shorts. “Help me with the sunscreen,” I say and he takes it out spreading it all over my back and removing my bra in the process. “Stop,” I say playfully laughing and standing there topless before him
