Camila's POV
After the kiss, the room felt charged, like every word and movement carried a new weight. Nathaniel's forehead still rested against mine, his breath warm against my lips. I didn't want to move. Didn't want to break the fragile moment that hung between us.
I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "Nathaniel…"
His thumb brushed gently over my cheek, his gaze so intense it made my heart pound. "Yeah?"
"What… what are we doing?" I whispered, barely able to form the question.
He seemed to hesitate, his eyes searching mine as if looking for the right words. "Honestly? I don't know. All I know is that I don't want to pretend anymore."
I bit my lip, trying to process his confession. "You mean… us?"
He nodded slowly. "I thought I could keep things simple—stick to the plan. But you made it impossible. You make me feel things I never thought I'd feel again."
