Camila's eyes widened. “What?!”A sharp knock came on her door before Michael could reply.“Camila, what's wrong?” Miles's voice rolled out airy from behind the door.“Nothing,” Camila answered immediately. “I just missed a footing and thought I would hit the door.”He twisted the door knob again. “Why is your door locked?”Camila thought he was never going to ask that question, it seems like he couldn't hold it in again.“I’m almost done, Miles.” She said, covering the speaker of the phone in her hand. “Just a sec.”Miles knocked on the door frantically. “Open this door, Camila.”“I'm undressed, Miles.” Camila said, her voice clipped. “Should I still open it?” “We're married, Camila. I'm your husband so I don't—”“Let's not talk about this,” she cut him off sharply. “Just go downstairs, I'll join you soon after.”“Camila, you can't…”Camila walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the running water swallowing his voice.“Michael,” she called, her voice hushed. “Are you the
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