Yes. Yes. Yes

**CAMILLA**

I held on loosely, if I grabbed him even an inch tighter I would remember leaning into him on his bare abs, he took a hard turn. On impulse, I fell into his chest and those memories came flooding.

Luckily, the house was right in front of us.

He stopped his bike and I jumped down like the seats were on fire. They were in some way.

I walked briskly towards the door eager to get in, take a warm shower and hopefully forget all these crazy memories. I've been suppressing them so why are they resurfacing? Why now?

My hands were on the doorknob when Dylan pulled them away, My formerly cold hands became hot as warmth spread through them where he touched me. I turned to face him and my eyes met with his.

This isn't good. Those eyes were my weakness. If I hung on, I'd get flooded with more memories. That's exactly what happened. As I stared, it was that night all over again.

Our glass clinging against the other, his eyes fixed on mine as we gulped