Camila's POV
The days that followed felt surreal, like I was living someone else's life. Nathaniel didn't bring up our confession or the kiss again, but something between us had changed. There was a softness in his voice when he spoke to me, a gentleness in his touch that hadn't been there before.
We didn't rush into anything. It wasn't like we suddenly became a perfect couple overnight. But there were small moments—a lingering glance, a hand brushing mine as we walked through the pack grounds, a soft chuckle when I made a sarcastic comment. These moments built up, slowly but surely, until I found myself anticipating them.
One evening, I was helping Nathaniel sort through some old documents in his office when his hand accidentally grazed mine. The simple touch sent warmth flooding through me, and I couldn't help but look up at him. He caught my gaze, his lips twitching into a faint smile.
"Careful," he teased, his voice low. "You might start thinking I'm doing it on purpose."
