~Christopher’s POV~
The following morning, I awoke with Camille draped across my torso and my hands wrapped around her waist. I’m not sure how we ended up in this position, but whatever it was, she fit my torso perfectly. It’s as though she was born there. However, I know that she would be mortified if she awoke and discovered herself in my arms. I gently repositioned her head on her pillow. And kissed her on the brow. I rose to my feet and walked over to the window.
This is causing a lot of problems for my wife. Regardless of whether the marriage was loveless, my wife does not deserve to be escorted from her room by my ex-wife. What is this woman doing in my house in the first place?
