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2024-10-29 19:42:56CAMILLA RENÉE
**PRESENT TIME**"Camilla!"I was jerked back to reality, Dylan shook my shoulders roughly forcing my mind out of the pit it had entered while thinking about that night.The kiss didn't wash off quickly, I shook my head a couple of times until it engulfed in the air and returned to being just a past. A nasty past."Did you call me? I'm sorry, I signed off. I was thinking of something. Sorry."I said gulping. His eyes went to my hands.My eyes widened thinking I held the earring still, it wasn't in my hand.I recall dropping it. I forgot again after drifting into affairs of the past. Now I just look stupid.I switched my gaze to the desk where it laid comfortably, then back at Dylan who now seemed nervous."Umm that belonged to someone I knew. It's not what you were thinking with the bikinis."I cringed my nose, a fuzzy vision getting into my head of I and Dylan doing that said thing.N
Crystal OduwaWhat do you think about Blake's intentions? Will Camilla give in? Dylan's reaction? Let me hear your thoughts. The next chapter is late today or tomorrow. C
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