Fifty three

Kamille's POV

Going back into the hospital, I placed my hands gently over my chest and felt it beat heavily. I paused before opening the door to the ward and took a deep breath. I had put on a show in front of Zeke but in earnest, I was still caught up in the heat and tension of what happened in his kitchen. Just the mere thought of it made heat creep up my neck.

I stepped into the room after standing outside for a while, hoping my emotions were not so bare to the naked eye. But Belle's sharp eyes caught my flushed cheeks the moment she set her eyes on me. “Hey, Kam.” She greeted me. I noticed her gaze was lingering longer than it should.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she took in my nearly disheveled appearance. “You look like you've seen a ghost. What's going on?”

I forced a smile on and tried to brush off her questions. .“Nothing Belle. I slept off while the cookies baked in the oven.”

“Hmm, I see,” Belle replied, clearly not buying into my lie. But Belle wasn't buying it. “Hmm,