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CHAPTER FIVE
If there was one thing that Storm had been successful in, it was plaguing Camilla's thoughts with the sweet, but sinful memory of his kiss. Of his touch. And of his words. She could still recall the soft brush of his fingertips against her skin, teasing and fleeting - just like their night together.
She had thought a man like Storm would jump at the chance to pursue a one night stand. Instead, he'd been ever the gentlemen which she begrudgingly, found incredibly endearing.
"Remind me why you want us to wait?" she had inquired, just as he had dropped her off outside her block of flats. She had wrapped her coat tighter around her waist, watching as his gaze lazily dragged across her body in a way that had her fingertips tugging at his coat to warm her up.
"Because I'd hate for us to sleep together in the moment, with you regretting it the next morning. So, we'll both think about it tonight and if it's still what we want, we'll do it." His lips had tugged into a smile then, one that had her breathless because his smile was truly beautiful.
It wasn't his smile that had drawn her gaze though, it was the way his eyes had darkened considerably; something that she hadn't deemed possible at all. His gaze was intense, dark and primal. Almost as if he was already envisioning w-
"-you think?"
The voice jolted Camilla out of her thoughts and she looked up. Her brother waved a hand before her and she blinked at the sudden movement, whilst Rosa chuckled beside her. She suspected they had been talking to her for the past five minutes, but she'd unconsciously drifted into her own thoughts.
He didn't look happy. His brows were furrowed questioningly and he'd managed to twist his lips into a frown. "Were you even listening?" Her silence was enough of an indication, as he let out a huff of frustration. "Oh hang on. I'm going to just head over there to have this conversation with the wall because it's more likely to listen to what I'm saying." He frothed with sarcasm.
Camilla gestured to the wall, "Go ahead." And watched as Craig sucked in a deep breath.
She couldn't help the fact that Storm's kiss scorched her mind, especially when all she wanted to do was replay the night again, and again and again. She could still feel his hands against her hips, bruising them in a hold so tight that in bordered on pain and pleasure. She was sure this haze of madness would pass once she'd spent the night with Storm, because she was certainly acting ridicule-
She blinked, wincing as she was poked in the eye. She rubbed her eye, hearing the stifled laughter from her side as her vision cleared. "Did you jus-" He had poked her in the eye. "Really, Craig? My bloody eye? You're an absolute arse."
"Clearly that's the only way to get your attention." He then had the audacity to smile and it was the kind that indicated he had finally got what he wanted. Although her brother was three years older than her, he didn't act it - unless he had to. "As I was saying - I have to go prep for the match. I'll see you, Rosa and dad after that. We're having this dinner of some sort after with, with a ton of reporters who are coming so I'll need you all to keep me sane through it all."
