Standing at the gate, Camila's heart was still beating slightly faster than usual. The humid air did little to cool the flush on her cheeks. Her gaze dropped to her right hand, replaying the scene in her mind like a video on repeat.
What did she do? She was so carried away by anger and frustration that she did the first thing that came to her mind.
Maybe that will teach him.
The memory of her fingers clenching, the brief, shocking pressure, flashed vividly in her mind and would probably continue to haunt her for the rest of the night. Was that too much? Had she gone too far?
But that guilt was quickly overshadowed by the simmering resentment that had been brewing for days, years even.
Men had been nothing but scum to her all her life, her lovely brother excluded.
First Lawson. He use
