Chapter 223 Camilla

• I stretched upon my bed, trying hard to wake myself up, and was shocked to hear my wolf purring within my mind. That was not like her in the slightest. Only as I stretched my arm across the bed did I notice the space next to me felt oddly warm… that was not the way my bed normally felt...
• I sat up quickly, only to see I was still wearing the clothes in which I had been dressed in last night, other than the fact the shirt had been discarded, leaving the tank top as my only coverage on top. I heard movement in the ensuite, making my whole body freeze once more, and I realized with shock that I was not alone. Jorge had to still be here.
• The events of last night flooded back to me. He came in as I had suggested, and we sat talking for hours. About anything and everything. His family… his past… my family… my past… I don’t think there was a thing that man did not know about me now. And likely, there was little I did not know about him. I would not lie, it was oddly comforting talking to him. And, strangely easy too. Words came so easily, and Jorge listened without judgement. Just as I did when he came to speak to me. It felt odd, yet it felt right. But, the scary thing, one thing I had not expected when we had walked into my room, was that I could only assume we had crashed. The two of us… together. Without ever intending to. He and I. On my bed.