Chapter 40 You Want Me To Stop?

• The final morning at camp broke clear and golden, sunlight spilling through the tall trees. The chatter of employees packing their bags and dragging them across the grass carried in the cool air. It felt strange, knowing the outing was over, like waking up from a dream that had been equal parts chaos and something she would never forget.
• Seraphina folded the last of her clothes into her bag, but her mind wasn’t on packing. It was stuck on last night.
• That moment by the fire, when Nicholas had followed her into the quiet. When their words had tangled, low and unsteady, and the space between them had nearly disappeared. She remembered the intensity in his eyes, the way the world had gone quiet around them, and her breath had stalled in her chest.