❄ Camille ❄
Sebastian didn’t move after he spoke. He stood between me and the door like he was holding the cabin together with his body.
“Don’t do this, Camille. I promise I will explain everything,” he pleaded, and the word everything hung in the air like a threat. My phone was still on the couch. The taxi lines had gone to voicemail, and then an automated message. Closed due to hazardous weather. No service. No rescue. I should have felt trapped. Instead, I felt curious. I lowered my hand slowly.
“Fine,” I muttered. “Explain,” Sebastian’s shoulders dropped a fraction, as if he had been braced for a fight. He turned away first, before he took a seat on the couch. I sat down next to him, surprised that he hadn’t touched me or my bag. He just sat down like it was a heavy burden. The fir
