Chapter 63

It was late at night, and Camila lay in bed, wide awake. All she could think about was Prescott-the way he always looked cocky and in control. No matter how many times she told herself to cut him off, to get her head straight, tonight she found herself falling into his orbit all over again. She had prepared lines, rehearsed them in her mind over and over. And yet, tonight, none of those words made it past her lips. His kiss, his arms wrapped around her with that burning heat... Camila clutched her blanket tighter, cheeks warming as she buried her face into the pillow. Sleep? Yeah, not happening. Just as she was about to distract herself by scrolling through Twitter, her phone lit up with a call. An unknown number. Except not really unknown-she knew it by heart. It was Prescott's. Even though she hadn't saved it, the digits were just too easy to remember. The ringtone kept ringing, loud and insistent in the quiet room. What the hell was he calling for in the middle of the night? Hesitat