Camilla pov...
I can't take it. I was already out. What kind of film is that? I've watched something like that before, but it was only kissing—not sex like that.
I couldn't even control myself. I couldn't.
Breathe, Camilla. Breathe.
I pressed my face against the wide window, watching the snow fall slowly. The flakes were white, soft, silent. So different from the chaos in my chest.
Sophia came with a basket of popcorn.
"What took you so long?"
"Sorry, I was making strawberry popcorn. Let's go back."
"No. I'm not going back."
"What happened?" She came closer, worried.
"Henry is acting crazy. I don't know. Weird."
"Are you sure? You're overreacting. Come on, Henry just cares."
"I need air…"
"You need him…"
"You can just… I'll stay here. The snow is great. I wonder how cold it is outside."
"Should I get you something to cool you down?"
"Yes. Don't waste time."
She immediately ran, dropping the popcorn on the table and hurrying away.
