Camila's POV
I stepped out of the bathroom, feeling more composed, but my heart was still racing. I'd spent too long in there, staring at my own reflection, trying to decipher the jumbled mess of emotions running through me.
Nathaniel was still sitting on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. He looked relaxed, but there was something in his eyes that wasn't there before—something softer. I couldn't quite place it, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to.
He glanced at me as I moved around the room, tidying up even though there was nothing really to fix. I just needed to keep my hands busy.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice almost hesitant.
I nodded. "Yeah. Just needed to clear my head."
He hummed in response, but his gaze stayed on me longer than usual. I felt it, even when I wasn't looking directly at him.
