33: I Can Feel The Connection Growing

Camilla I attempted to walk away from Drake but he reached out and caught my arm, halting me in my tracks. His touch sent an electric jolt through me, a sensation that was both exhilarating and unnerving. With a gentle pull, he turned me to face him once more, his gaze locking with mine. "Okay, so back to what happened earlier this morning," he said, still looking into my eyes. I tried to brush off the topic, still stung by his earlier words. "What's there to talk about? You were mad at me, and you had better things to take care of." "Come on, we both know why I said those things," Drake insisted, his eyes searching mine. "I don't care," I replied, forcing a plastic smile onto my face. "My family must be waiting for me downstairs. So bye bye." As I turned to leave once more, Drake stopped me again, this time with a familiar object in his hand. "Hold on, Camilla." I glanced down at the item he was holding out to me – my lipstick. That is we with me at my purse, but here it was, w