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30. A Step Towards Healing
Elijah
I lean my head against the door of Cameron’s office and breathe out a sigh. How did I manage to turn down her request when I would love nothing more than to spend time with her alone?Shaking my head, I make my way to my office in an attempt to forget about this morning’s events.
I woke up before Cameron did this morning and spent the time watching her sleep before she eventually woke up. She looked absolutely breathtaking and serene; as if she didn’t just go through a traumatic experience.
I felt her stir, then pretended to be still sleeping so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, but the anxiety radiating from her was too much to bear. That’s why I decided to tease her a bit by playing my cocky self.
At least it worked.
I still can't believe that I admitted my feelings for her, right when she didn’t need the added pressure. However, I must admit that I feel better now that my fe
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