EMILY’S POV After she walked away, I stepped back inside my apartment, shutting the door as I rested my back on the door. For a moment, I didn't move, I didn't speak, I just leaned against it, breathing slowly. My heart was racing fast due to the interaction. The Camille I know never comes without a motive. She's very funny, calculative, and always testing, but today, I didn't flinch; I didn't give her the satisfaction she was craving. I had given her something to think about, something that would make her question everything she believed she knew about me, giving her a little surprise. I went deeper inside my room, packed my supplies inside a disposable bag,, and left the house, heading to Ethan's home. Minutes later, I arrived at the house. I got home and made myself a warm cup of coffee before diving into my work. I opened my sketchbook, pulled out m
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