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Killion: Yep.
Camille: You’re weird.
Killion: No, I’m trying to convince you that I love you without distractions.
Camille: Sexis a distraction?
Killion: Yes, it is a distraction. The kind that makes me forget my name, what day it is, and that I had a perfectly rehearsed speech planned about how much I love you.
Camille: Speech? What are you, proposing? It’s too soon, you know that, right?
Killion: It’s never too soon. But no, it was more of a heartfelt monologue, actually. But then I started thinking about the things I want to do to you?—
Camille: And why couldn’t you do them?
Killion: Because right now I’m not going to be whispering filthy little words in your ear while I fuck you hard. I’m trying to win your heart.
Camille: Oh.
Killion: Exactly. You get it, right?
Camille: It’s probably for the best.
Killion: It definitely is. Right now I’m planning on cutting contact so I don’t get distracted.
Camille: Maybe you should work on your focus, Crawford. Cutting my time is not fair. It’s not my fault you can’t keep it together.
Killion: (smirking) Oh, I keep it together just fine. You, on the other hand, have a habit of falling apart when I?—
Camille: Okay, now who’s distracting who?
Killion: Still me, baby. Always me.
Camille: You’re impossible.
Killion: No, I’m yours. Now shut up and let me take a cold shower, before I give in to every single distraction running through my head right now.
Camille: I wouldn’t mind if you come over and distract me.
Killion: Behave.
Camille: Behaving is overrated, but have a good night, Killion.
Chapter Forty-Three
Camille: Morning. Thank you for the ride to the hospital and the coffee.
Killion: You’re welcome. Thank you for yesterday.
Camille: It was fun. I forgot how amazing you are at planning dates.
Killion: You forgot? I’m appalled.
Camille: Don’t be appalled.
Killion:Dinner tonight? I’ll cook.
Camille: Don’t you have to train?
