Camille did not sleep properly after that conversation.
Not because she was afraid.
Because her brain refused to function normally after Dante Moretti casually admitted he had thought about marrying her.
Repeatedly.
Like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Meanwhile Dante slept peacefully beside her like a man completely unaware he had emotionally destabilized somebody.
Suspicious behavior.
Camille stared at the ceiling while rain continued softly outside the penthouse windows.
Marriage.
The word kept replaying in her head.
Not in a frightening way.
Just… intense.
Because for the first time in her life, the idea of forever with someone didn't feel impossible.
And that realization alone terrified her slightly.
Beside her, Dante shifted quietly before pulling her closer unconsciously in his sleep.
Possessive octopus behavior again.
Camille looked down at him and sighed softly.
"This is your fault," she whispered.
"Mm."
Her eyes widened.
"You're awake?"
