~CAMILLE'S POV~
Even in the midst of our enjoyable sex, I inadvertently envisioned him fucking the girl I witnessed him kissing earlier, leading to a disconcerting sensation in my stomach. Following our climax, I sank into chair, the disquieting image persisting in my thoughts leaving me uncertain about my emotions. Despite such great sex, I start to feel restless, accompanied by a palpable tension in my chest. Why the hell do I feel this way? I don't like it. We are nothing but sex partners, nothing more. I don't even want anything more than that. I'm not ready to go through the same pain of heartbreak, I cannot take it this time around.
I quickly put on my panties, I have to leave here now to clear my mind.
"What's wrong?" He asks me with concern in his voice.
The last thing I want is for him to know what's going through my mind right now. I stand up. "Nothing, nothings wrong. I need to use the restroom."
