MAX
I wake up to a room full of light.
Some of the curtains are drawn and the morning sun is streaming into my bedroom.
Shit! What time is it?
I glance at the wall clock, groaning when I realize that I have less than thirty minutes to get to work. My alarm didn't go off for some reason.
I shift tiredly, but I quickly become alert when I realise that Camille's side of the bed is empty. I place the back of my hand on her pillow but it's very cool. It must have been a while since she woke up.
I close my eyes with a sigh.
Damn! Last night was unbelievable. I simply can't wrap my head around the fact that everything really happened.
Everything was just surreal; like a fulfilled fantasy; like a dream come true.
I don't know how I became this smitten or how Camille had me wrapped
