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The reason he hated his birthdays
Camille's POV
I ran like my life depended on it.
Well, it didn't. But my heart did. I had almost given in to Gavriel in the car. And that terrified me.
I had been mad at him for a whole day, and yet within a twenty-minute drive, I had managed to be enraptured by him again.
...I was afraid I would lose you...
I didn't even get the logic behind those words and yet I had melted into a fucking puddle when he spoke them. It didn't help that he had looked so anguished. So torn.
I was ready to forgive him there and then and that, that was terrifying.
"Camille slow the fuck down!" I made the mistake of looking over my shoulder to see him and screamed when I saw he was much closer than I had expected him to be. Dammit, wasn't he nearing fifty?! How on earth was he so agile? &nb
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