She acted with panicked speed.
She opened her fingers instantly, releasing him as if the cotton fabric had suddenly turned into boiling oil.
She pushed her hands violently against his hard chest. She shoved herself out of his warm embrace with brutal force.
Camilla scrambled backward across the large mattress like a frightened crab. She did not care about looking graceful. She tangled her legs in the thick wool blankets and kicked them away frantically.
She threw herself off the edge of the bed.
She hit the coldfloorboards on her feet, stumbled slightly, and quickly caught her balance.
She stood in the middle of the bedroom, breathing fast. Her chest heaved up and down wildly inside her nightgown. Her red curly hair was a messy disaster around her face.
She stared at the floor. She could not lift her head. She could not look him in the face. The embarrassment was so heavy and thick it felt like it was crushing her lungs.
