CAMILLA’S POV
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I sit on the ledge outside, my feet dangling just above the ground ,and Jared comes out, “How many more are you going to drink?” he asks, but there’s no hint of judgment or anger in his voice. He’s just kindly asking, “Why? Tired of making them for me?” I ask, grinning as he hands me the glass, and his eyes flicker between mine, “Not at all,” he smiles, standing right in front of me while staring into my soul. “Can we swim?” Amy asks, waving her face with her hand. “Yes!” Gwen beams, her smile widening.
I look up at Jared, staring him right in the eyes, “I just don’t have a swimsuit,” I mutter, tugging at the straps of my dress, and I let it slide down to my shoulder. Jared gulps down the lump in his throat as he stares at my shoulder, “I’ll get towels, and a no entry s
