~ CamillaI woke slowly, the light of morning spilling soft and gold through the blinds. The bed felt empty beside me, and for a fleeting second, panic fluttered in my chest. Where was he? Stephano, my heart said it before my brain could catch up, where was he?I sat up, my bare feet brushing against the cold wood floor, and noticed his shirt lying across the chair by the dresser. Without thinking, I picked it up and slipped it on. The fabric swallowed me, the scent of him still faintly clinging to it a smell that made my stomach twist in ways I couldn’t name. I breathed it in, letting it anchor me, and sank onto the edge of the bed.Last night. Oh, last night.The memory hit me in a wave. It wasn’t like before. It was not like the sharp, brutal, wild moments he usually had with me, the kind that left me dizzy, shaken, sometimes ashamed. Last night… last night, it had been different. He had looked at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. He had told me he loved me.
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