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Camille:

Breathe.

Just breathe.

Why did I always have to make things so obvious? Daniel could manage to appear stoic and in complete control of his emotions, constantly revealing his ability to change from really angry to playful at will, but here I was, standing like an open book with my mouth agape just because he was standing in front of me.

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping I looked as unperturbed as he easily did.

“You flatter yourself,” I mused. “I wasn’t talking to you.”

That seemed to interest him. He took one more step forward; an exaggerated movement that brought him right in front of me. It took everything in me not to cower and step back. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest so close to me, and even though I kept my eyes glued to his gray ones, it was hard to concentrate because all I could breathe in was him.

“Who were you talking to then? Alone in this kitchen with Lucia away in her room,” he muttered, squinting like