Camille’s eyes nearly bulged from her head at the information as she tried to wrap her brain around it. But as Elijah and werewolf kept bouncing around her cranium, Camille was sure a brain cell fried from it. Bringing a tray over suddenly that was placed over her lap, Camille smelt the delicious Broccoli and four cheese soup with a toasted turkey club.
Stomach in her back as she tried to recall the last thing she ate; Camille was fed a spoonful of soup. Humming enjoying the deliciousness, Camille didn’t realize the intimacy as Elijah fed her with care. As he held her sandwich up and she bit, their eyes locked making her stomach swoop uncomfortably because she didn’t want to kiss him.
Or she did. But she didn’t know if that was safe anymore.
A feeling she didn’t like when associated
