Page 53 of Catching Camila

“Mmm,” he sighed, pressing his lips to the top of her head.

She let out a soft sigh and lifted her chin until she was facing him. There was his mouth, soft and inviting. She smelled the sweetness of his breath and a wave of want surged through her. His eyes flicked down to her lips. She raised her chin, thinking Yes, kiss me. I want you to. He leaned down. She stood up on her tiptoes and closed her eyes.

“Get away from her, you asshole!”

They jumped, falling out of each other's arms. Fer stood in the side yard, a butcher knife clutched in her hand. It flashed under the streetlamp as she pointed it at John.

“Fer, what're you doing?” Camila asked, stepping in front of John.

Confusion flooded Fer’s face. “What're you doing? Isn't he…?” She mouthed the next words, “The killer?”

She shook her head. “He's… He's my friend.”

“Since when?” Fer asked, letting the knife droop.

Camila shrugged, offering an apologetic smile. “I was afraid to tell you.”

“Well, shit,” Fer said. “I thought he was gonna rip your head off. I called the police. They're on their way.”

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