Chapter 110

Prescott honestly felt like he was just asking for trouble at this point. But now that the words were out, he had no choice but to go through with it. He sucked it up and started applying the ointment to Camila's neck. His fingers moved over the injury gently, spreading the cool, slightly herbal-smelling cream. He was being extra careful, as if afraid of hurting her. Camila's skin was crazy sensitive-especially around her neck-and under his slow, circling touch, she shivered. Prescott noticed her reaction and let out a low chuckle, lips curving into a teasing smirk. "Camila, you're really that ticklish?" She blushed instantly, turning her face to the side, clearly avoiding his intense gaze. "Have we slept together?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers, as dark and unreadable as ever. Seeing him go down this ridiculous route, Camila quickly cut him off. "Are you done with the medicine? If so, I should get going." She started to stand, only to be yanked back down. His hand caught her waist