❄ Sebastian ❄
Camille fell asleep on the couch like she belonged there. The blanket was pulled up to her shoulders, with her hair spilling over the cushion and her face soft in the firelight. The cabin had gone quiet after we talked, after she stayed, after having comforting s*x. Her breathing evened out, and the tension that lived in my chest eased, not gone, just quieter. I watched the coals glow, and in the distance, the lake groaned below the cliff. The wind pressed against the glass doors every now and then. It was almost as if it was testing the frame. Snow fell in slow sheets, turning the world muted and private.
I didn’t move until I was sure she was properly asleep.
Only then did I untangle myself from her and the blanket. My body felt heavy in that strange way it did after adr
