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The remainder of the week was quiet, almost calm. Camilla remained engulfed by the feelings that Storm had inflicted upon her during their rugby match together just a few days before.
If only he hadn't text her and if only she hadn't replied. Maybe then, things would have been much simpler. Although Camilla had learnt years ago that nothing ever was simple in life, there were always obstacles until you got to the point of no return.
Likewise somewhere along the line, Camilla had decided that she wasn't sure what to do with Storm. It was evident that he wasn't the type of man who was satisfied with a one night stand and no further contact from that. She was almost certain that he would require much more than that and she didn't know whether she could give that to him.
Storm was a man of passion and the strings would get tangled with him. There was no such thing as no strings attached.
Luckily, he was preoccupied for the remainder of the week and weekend. This meant that she had time to think about everything, to gloss over everything that had happened and been said between them. It also meant that she could consider what would happen next - they weren't dating, so a breakup wasn't necessary. But they also weren't just friends, so where they stood was something she couldn't explain right now.
She didn't understand it herself, unfortunately. It would have been much easier if she did.
All she could recall was the amount of fun she'd had with him, he had a personality that just had Camilla drawing herself to him. Even when she was a complete arse, he put himself on the line to ensure that she was okay. Then he'd tried to teach her about something he loved with every fibre of his being and she'd enjoyed it.
She could still remember the tilt to his lips when they'd left the stadium. He'd wrapped his strong arms around her shoulders, casting a protective barrier between herself and others.
Despite wearing just a hooded jumper and tracksuit bottoms, she'd felt right at home. Until he'd taken her to Nandos, with them both wearing the most inappropriate attire. They'd laughed at the stares they'd received and when Camilla couldn't laugh anymore, Storm had spilt his drink all over his shirt. Though to be fair that had been Camilla's fault for pointing out something that had him spluttering it out over himself.
And that's what frightened Camilla - Storm was showing what he wanted. He'd made a joke on their second meeting about marriage and she wondered whether he expected that with her; whether he expected to win the game. Was she the prize? Could she even be considered a prize?
So many thoughts filtered through at once so Camilla stood up and began to clean the kitchen. She didn't need to be spending her day like this, not when there was so many ways she could be productive.
Thankfully, she needed to do a grocery shopping so she spent some time going over a shopping list. Once she'd changed, she left her flat all within twenty minutes. When Camilla was in New York she'd missed the simple things Britain had - like Asda and Tesco.
