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“Anything.”
“I want a kiss. Not like the one at the party today, but a real one. Like the ones from the night we met.”
Shit. That woman should not be provoking me like that.
“I think we’d better save that for another day, Camila. Tomorrow, you won’t even remember this happened.”
“But I’ll know it’s happening while it is. Please...”
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. She could be persistent, but she wasn’t that strong in her state. And that was one more reason I knew how wrong it would be.
So, before our lips could touch, I lifted my face and pressed a long kiss to her forehead.
It wasn’t anything like what she expected, nor like the kisses from the night we met. It was very different.But to me, it meant much more. Because she wasn’t just some girl drinking with me at a party anymore. She was the girl I wanted to protect from everything and everyone.
She let out a sigh, and I thought she might complain. But then she said something I absolutely wasn’t expecting, “Michael Turner... I think I’m falling in love with you.”
Taken aback by her declaration, I quickly pulled away and looked at her face again. Her eyes were closed, and it seemed she’d already fallen asleep again.
I brushed her hair away from her face and whispered, “And I’m sure I feel something for you that I’ve never felt for anyone else before.”
It felt clear to me that love was, indeed, the name of what I was feeling.
And that was both terrifying and wonderful.
Chapter Thirty-One
CAMILA
I should’ve been getting used to waking up in a bed that wasn’t mine, with no idea how I’d ended up there. And once again, just like the last time, I had Michael as company.
Only this time, there were a few differences.
First, he wasn’t asleep like before.
Second, he was fully dressed, although more casually than the suits I was used to seeing him wear.
Still lying in the unfamiliar bed, I lifted the white duvet covering me to check my own body.
Thank God... the third difference was that I was also dressed.
"Good morning," Michael greeted me. He was sitting in an armchair near the bed, watching me while sipping something hot from a mug. "Everything’s fine,but I imagine you must be confused, so I’m here to answer all your questions."
What the hell was going on? I had no idea what kind of questions I was supposed to ask. Just like on the night of the company party, there was a blank in my memory. But this time, it was even deeper.
There weren’t even flashes of memories like last time. It was as if I had simply disappeared from the bar table and appeared here, in this bed with white sheets, in this room with white walls and curtains, facing this man who looked so beautiful he could be an angel.
"Did I die?" That was the only question I could come up with.
For one completely insane moment, it made sense in my head.
Not for Michael, obviously, because he froze for a few seconds, then blinked in confusion, and finally burst out laughing.
I don’t think he would’ve reacted like that if he were an angel welcoming my soul to paradise, which had to be a sign that I was still alive.
"No one died here, Camila. First of all, relax, you’re at my place. I called your grandma last night and told her you were going to sleep here."
"You told my grandma I was going to sleep at your house?" I knew I was a grown woman, that we were in the 21stcentury, and it was completely ridiculous to be shy about spending the night with my supposed fiancé. But it was the first time in my life that my grandmother had been informed about it. "Oh God, what must she think of me?"
