CAMILLA'S POV
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I stare at the simple text for what feels like for hours, my knees are bouncing, my heart beat trumps in my ears and I chew on the soft flesh next to my nails, biting at it as I feel nervous. I shouldn't feel nervous...I'm the one who told him to come earlier, yet here I sit on the edge of the couch, my elbows digging into my knees as I read the two words over and over.
Jared: Coming up.
Sent a minute ago, yet waiting for him is like waiting for rain in the Atacama Desert. It feels like he isn't going to show up, until he does...and he knocks loudly on the door. I glance up at the door, eyes wide and my hands sweaty as I place my phone down on the coffee table. I head over to the door, glancing through the peep hole and see him. He's wearing all black, and not the jean
