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CHAPTER FOUR
Camilla didn't regret many things.
Her kiss with Storm had been somewhat of an abrupt and sudden declaration on her part. She hadn't anticipated acting on her impulses, but then he'd been about to leave and temptation had clawed its way into her limbs. She'd essentially succumbed to the attraction that had slowly been brewing up and she didn't regret a single thing.
She just wasn't sure where they were heading next – but from his presumptuous proposal, she suspected that he had similar intentions to her.
Similar intentions that consisted of them in comprising positions that was. Camilla smiled at the thought of it, fully aware that if Storm's bedroom skills were as wicked as his mouth, then she had a lot to anticipate.
She sighed as she rested against the sofa, glancing up at the ceiling as a train of thoughts clouded her mind. They didn't necessarily all focus on Storm, she thought about her family and how much she'd missed them in the last year. And yet, there would be a black cloud hanging over them until she spoke and she genuinely didn't believe she was ready for that kind of confrontation yet. Instead, she'd try to be the very best daughter and sister she could – surely that would make up for it all.
Soon enough, her thoughts turned to her career. She hadn't had much time to just sit and think about it in months, she'd been anticipating getting out of it instead. Whilst she loved her job, it had always been somewhat hectic and with the long hours put in to investigate cases and present them in court, she had never been given the liberty of relaxing.
All her life, Camilla had known that she wanted to make a change to people's life. There were the standard options such as doctors or health care professionals, but that had never been where she viewed herself making a chance. And it was just like that she discovered the impact a solicitor could make on someone's life – because it wasn't just about winning cases for the sake of it, but for people.
Now, though she still firmly believed this, she wanted to take a break.
She was relieved as her phone vibrated, signalling an incoming message which dragged her out of her own thoughts. She smirked as she read the contact's name. Tosspot – Ah, the sweet memory of her proclaiming that's what her brother called him rushed back. She could still envision the look of genuine surprise that crossed his features – it was then that she'd come to the conclusion that Storm cared about what people thought of him.
Perhaps that was why he was such a nice guy.
Nonetheless, his response to her nickname, with the humour he'd laced into it was bloody brilliant.
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