Chapter 64

Prescott didn't leave that night. He held Camila in his arms and slept beside her. Camila had thought she'd be too tense to fall asleep, but his warm breath against her skin was oddly comforting, and she ended up sleeping soundly. When morning came, the first thing she did after waking was glance at the other side of the bed. Prescott was already gone. No sign of him, and his side of the bed had gone cool. Camila brushed her hair off her face and got up. Noticing the open window, she figured he must've snuck out that way. Classic. Did anyone in the neighborhood spot him? Her cheeks heated up-it was totally Prescott's fault. Of all the hotels he could've stayed at, he had to pick her bed. Now what was supposed to be no big deal felt like... something way more complicated. After washing up, Camila pulled her long hair into a messy sandwich and slipped on a dark green chiffon dress before heading downstairs. As she walked through the hallway, Beatrice came out of her studio. Her eyes lit