Chapter 39

Considering what she thought of herself this morning, she could only imagine what he was thinking of her! “Will you just go away?” she yelled, her voice muffled by the pillow.

“Camille?”

Camille gritted her teeth; she had to face him at some point. Dragging her hair back from her face with both hands, she rolled onto her back. The direction of his gaze alerted her to her bare shoulders. Blushing, she dragged the sheet up to her chin.

“A little late for modesty, do you not think?”

Camille’s eyes swept downwards, not seeing the smile that accompanied his words. She took a deep breath. “Last night—”

“You were upset and—”

Camille cut him off with a wave of her hand; she was not interested in making excuses for herself. “That doesn’t matter. I’m just sorry it ever happened,” she sniffed.

The blood drained from his face.

Camille squeezed her eyes tight shut. “I realise that respect is necessary in any sort of relationship.” She added with a