The Lovely Couple

Chapter 11

Camille noticed Zack had very warm hands. They were very warm compared to her own.

Camille pulled out her key when they reached the door to her apartment. She slid it into the lock and turned the key. Then Zack pushed the door open.

"Quite a place," Zack said, nodding.

"It's cheap. And I can survive here," Camille responded.

"So whatcha wanna do?"

"Let's watch a movie."

"Which one?"

"Titanic," Camille said.
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About three hours and some odd minutes later, Camille was watching Zack crying.

"Umm..are you alright?" Camille finally asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine," said Zack, between sobs. "This movie is just so sad."

Camille rolled her eyes. Yes, the movie is very sad, but she didn't cry over it. She had once, but she was about twelve at the time. Being her age now, it seemed childish to cry.

Camille reached over to Zack and ruffled his hair. His soft, brown, beautiful hair.

Zack reached over to Camille and put his hand on her shoulder. He pulled her close to him. Camille yelped in surprise. Zack laughed. Then he got just slightly serious.

"Camille. You're freezing. It's the dead of winter, go get a scarf or somethin!" he said.

Camille was too cold to move. When she told him that, he scooped her up bridal style and carried her all the way to her room. He opened her closet and found a scarf on a shelf. He grabbed the scarf, a beanie, about two jackets, and a pair of flannel socks. He threw them all to Camille and ordered her to put them on.