❄ Sebastian ❄
A week had passed since the doors finally opened and the world rushed back in. Everford had gone back to pretending winter was normal, and Sterling Routes Travel had gone back to schedules, complaints, and deadlines. I had gone back to being the man who kept the place running.
Only my mind hadn’t returned.
Camille stayed with me in flashes. Not the arguments. Not her sharp comebacks. It was the softer sounds she tried to hide, the way she had clung to the only warmth left, and how I had to swallow every instinct to pull her closer and make it mean something. At work, I kept it locked down. Short emails. Clean instructions. No warmth, because warmth between us felt like a door I couldn’t close again. Kissing was intimate. I had told her that like a rule, but it was also the
