After our intense moment together, he leaned in and gently kissed my forehead. “Rest for a while… then we’ll go, princess,” he murmured, still catching his breath. He gave me a handful of tissues and a tiny bottle of alcohol that made me raised an eyebrow. "Wait… did you expect this to happen? That's why you already have these?" I asked. He just shrugged, having a smug grin pull at the corner of his mouth. "Maybe," he replied nonchalantly while scratching his chin like he was pleased with himself. I shook my head, releasing a small, incredulous laugh. I didn't know what to do. He was infuriating… and fixated. And somehow, that left me at a loss for words. "You're unbelievable." He smiled, raking a hand through his hair. "And yet… you're still here." I didn't know if I should laugh or toss a pillow at him. "That's the problem." "Here," he said, handing me my clothes. Good thing I didn't get them dirty, or Camille would've suspected something and questioned me nonstop. I swift
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