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"Since when?" I can't believe the question slipping out of my mouth. But I want to know if he meant his words or if he is pulling my leg.

"Since the day you had that mask on… Your eyes stood out, and they are the most beautiful things I ever saw."

I hold my breath as Troy leans in.

My heart is still throbbing faster. I assume that this is all a dream until I feel his lips on mine.

He takes my lips slowly, tasting the inside of my lower lip.

His breath is mixed with mine. He smells of his overly expensive perfume and an amazing masculine aura.

I am less surprised at Troy kissing me; I am more surprised at how I kiss him back.

Chapter five

Escaping Emilie

Troy

I don't see Camile outside of her medical coat much, except for the few times Mother has had her over at the house and the masked party of course.

Plus, last night at the rooftop. I gasped at the last memory of her in my head.

Last night, at the hospital, I bumped into her, and it felt like I was meeting a whole new person.

I close my eyes, wondering why I said her eyes were the most beautiful things I have ever seen and why I had leaned in to kiss her.

She had kissed me back too.

I run my fingers through my hair; it kills me that I don't know why I am restlessly pacing. Why on earth can't I get her out of my head?

I tell myself I am only getting to know her … and the wind, the beautiful stars in the sky, and her perfectly shaped lips. But it had worked greatly against me.

Now, it hits me why I haven't been able to think of anything else; I can't get over the fact that she had kissed me back.

Her kiss… my fingers running over her lips. I shake my head, getting a hold of myself. "You are not falling yet," I whisper internally. It may be difficult to get the kiss out of my head because I will see her daily at the hospital. I sigh.

Maybe putting her in the same group as me is a bad idea. It is too late to take her out of the group now.

I can't do that without raising eyebrows from the board of directors. I have no choice but to keep her under my supervision until a few months later when the hospital grouping can be reshuffled.

I start to drive to work, my mind wandering over what had happened last week.

I find myself holding the wheel tighter, breathing through my mouth, and hoping that for some reason, Camile won't be at the hospital today.

But Camile is at the hospital this morning. I need to give her some accolades; she is one of the most punctual staff members.

Camile walks towards me in the lobby, ready to take the same elevator.

I pray silently that she will stop at the reception counter, giving me a chance to take the elevator alone, but she doesn't stop there.

She enters the elevator a second after me. I hold my breath as the elevator doors close.

A place I have been more than a thousand times seems to suffocate me now that Camile is inside.

She smiles at me. "Dr. Robinson," she says. "I was going to see you at your office."

I frown; why does she need to call me by my last name this morning? Does she think we are getting too familiar? "You can say it here, can't you?" She is cold this morning.

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