Two Years Ago

CAMILLA RENÉE

MONDAY.

He said what we were doing. Exact words. We were in the pool, he had his hands on each side of my head, caging me, leaning in, his lips were pursed, I think he wanted a kiss. I can never predict Dylan, he makes it his life goal not to allow anyone to do that.

But we are alone now, so what else could he need?

Ugh!

Either way, I'll find out in a minute.

Snapping out of my thought, I lift one hand, reaching for a strand of my hair, I snap out of those flimsy thoughts staring wordlessly at him.

"So Camilla."

There it is. He's playing at me. He wants me to make this first move, he'll just push me hard enough to do something, what if he doesn't want anything but me making a complete fool out of myself.

Of course. I harden my face, creasing my brows.

"Stop goofing around, I think I liked it better when you were annoyed, just put on a shirt and pants. Not these shorts. Maybe we c