Chapter 112

Camila was trembling hard-Prescott's mouth was way too close to her ear, and every breath he exhaled sent a warm shiver down her spine, making her back stiffen like a bowstring. She turned her face away awkwardly, hand pushing against him. "Prescott, don't be like this. I came to talk to you about something serious. Could you please put me down first?" Her voice carried a calm chill, clearly trying to play it cool. Truth was, she did feel something for him, but she wasn't about to show it. Prescott was clearly in a dangerously hyped-up mood. If he found out she was into him right now, who knew what he'd do... And she just wasn't ready for that yet. Yeah, she loved him, she wanted a future with him, but things between them were moving a bit fast and it was freaking her out. But in Prescott's intense, shadowed gaze, her reaction got twisted. What the hell was her deal? She had to know he was crazy about her right now, wanted to get closer-but she was turning her face away like he disgust