❄ Camille ❄
I couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. For weeks, Sebastian had treated kissing like a line we were never allowed to cross. Then, in the cabin bed, he had broken his own rule, as if it didn’t matter.
It mattered to me.
I wanted to talk about it. Mostly because I wanted to do it again. After we calmed down, we showered separately. I insisted on it because I needed a minute where his hands weren’t on me and my thoughts could stop spinning. The bathroom was warm and steamy, but I barely noticed. I scrubbed my skin too hard, like I could wash off the need. Not that it helped because it didn’t. When I was done, I found Sebastian in the kitchen. He didn’t even look at me as he moved around the small space like we were once again coworkers sharing a break room.
“Coffee?” he ask
