Chapter Seventy Nine

Camilla POV

I feel my forearm being rubbed ever so slightly, small circular motions that are barely a caress. "Nick, are you awake?" I ask quietly.

"I hope so," he says and then chuckles. "It would suck if this were a dream and not real." I roll over so that I'm now facing him. "God, you're beauti...

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