The conversation with Camilla unfolded like a sudden release of pressure I hadn’t realized I was carrying. I stared at her, confusion knitting my brows. “Wait, you’re not going to confess to me?”She burst out laughing, the sound bright and genuine, filling the small dorm room. “Noah, are you okay? Please, what did they do to you at training camp? Why on earth would I confess to you?” She leaned forward, eyes dancing with amusement. “Wait—how weird are you?”I felt heat rise to my cheeks, embarrassment crashing over me in waves. She continued, still chuckling. “I called you here because I wanted to tell you about my man. He wants to meet my friends. I’m always talking about you, and he’s curious.”Relief flooded through me, sharp and sweet, tangled with a sting of embarrassment. How had I even thought that? My assumptions had spiraled so wildly out of control. “Why did you think I was going to confess, Noah, huh?”“Because of the way you’ve been on my neck recently, and how you—”She
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