You don't even want me

34.

[Camille]

Remember when you were too scared to sleep with the lights off?" my father's low and relaxing voice filled my ears and I chuckled as I surely remembered that. I'd just seen a horror movie that was way too scary for me, and I was worried there was going to be something lurking from the dark. Looking back, it was stupid and childish since there was, of course, nothing to be scared of.

"Now you know that there was nothing, but... I could't be prouder when you decided to turn the lights off anyway."

I tried to hold back a smile, and he was smiling back in the little rectangular mirror. It'd always been one of my favourite things to hear: that my father was proud of me. I just felt like I'd achieved something big in my life and it was the best feeling ever.

I chuckled and slowly turned my head to look out of the window again while the rain was still hitting the glass. My eyes shifted back to the mirror and saw he was still looking at me, making me bite my lip in an attempt to hold back the smile and turned my head further to the window.

I stared into the dark night that suddenly wasn't that dark anymore as 2 headlights blinded me. I widened my eyes and gasped loudly as I felt my heart drop, the lights coming right at us at an enormous speed.

"Dad-" I cried out, but was roughly cut off by a loud bang before everything went black.

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[James]

I opened my eyes slowly to see that there was already shining some light through the tent as it was probably quite late in the morning.

I turned around and looked at Camille lying next to me. There was already enough light so that I'd be able to look at her fine features, but she'd turned her back to me, still sleeping peacefully.

I sighed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and blindly trying to fix my hair until I figured I was only making it worse, and I lied myself down again, my face towards her.

I'd only seen her in her shorts and T-shirt for a little while, but it'd looked really good on her. She'd untied her hair to sleep and her curls were sprawled out over the pillow, covering her face.

She suddenly turned around slowly in her sleep, now facing me.

Her face was really close to mine; our noses were almost brushing and I swallowed, something good twisting in my stomach because of the lack of space between our faces. I didn't understand why, as she'd been closer to me and we'd litterally kissed multiple times, but the sight of her face so close to mine made shivers run down my spine.

My eyes scanned her fine, beautiful face while she was still sleeping: her hair covered her forehead and a big part of her right cheek.

Her eyes were closed and her long lashes were resting on her slightly red cheeks. Her pink, plump lips were shaped in a little smile while she was still dreaming and I couldn't help but find myself smiling as well, just at the sight of her doing so.

The same thing had twisted in my stomach last night when she'd put her head on my shoulder, and I didn't know what it was nor what it meant. She was the only person who had ever made that feeling rush through me and I didn't even have an idea of its meaning.