CAMILLA’S POV
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I’ve never experienced a more relaxing thing than when sitting up after being massaged. “Are you alright in there?” Jared asks as I stand in the small dressing room, slowly getting dressed with my limbs feeling heavier than before. I nod, and roll my eyes when I realize he can’t even see me, “I’m good,” I murmur, sighing as a wave of tiredness washes over me. I get dressed with narrowed eyes, my eyelids feeling heavier than usual, and I can’t stop yawning. Every inch of my skin feels like it's floating on a bed of water.
I think that even if Derek could manage to steal away my company this very instant, I wouldn't even have the energy to get mad, I'm be as calm as a cucumber, and just shrug it off. That's how relaxed I am, and I do wish that I could feel like this every
