Page 36 of Camilla & Dallas
Mateo had seemed okay with him. Even Roman had started to warm up to him. Had he ruined everything by going on that group date with Melody?
No. He refused to let that be the case.
Dallas lifted his fist, intent on pounding loud enough to make it clear he was done waiting, but the door swung inward.
Isabelle gasped, her wide eyes landing on Dallas before her cheeks took on a pink hue. “Dallas? What are you… Mateo isn’t?—”
“Not looking for Mateo,” Dallas grunted, his eyes shifting behind her as if he’d get a glimpse of Camilla behind her. “I need to talk to Camilla.”
Her brows raised and she shifted where she stood, making it appear as though she’d stand in his way if he were to attempt to barge into the house. “Camilla isn’t?—”
“Don’t bother lying. I know she’s here.”
Isabelle worried her lower lip and glanced over her shoulder. “I don’t think she wants to see you.”
“What else is new?” he muttered. “I know she doesn’t want to see me.”
Her eyes shifted back to him and her frown deepened. “Then why…”
His expression crumpled and he dragged a hand down his face. “Please, Isabelle,” he whispered. He didn’t know why he was suddenly crumbling. Nothing bad had happened—not really. “I just want to talk to her.”
“About what?” Isabelle looked away and that blush on her face deepened. “Oh.”
He nodded. “I won’t be long. Just… tell me where she is so I can… try.”
Isabelle studied him for a moment, her attention darting from him and away for several seconds before she finally nodded. “She’s in her room,” she confessed before stepping aside and granting him access.
Dallas knew where her room was. He didn’t need to be escorted, and he was more than relieved that Isabelle didn’t feel the need to take him upstairs.
The door was shut when he reached it. And his heart stuttered to a stop. Now that he was here, he didn’t know what to say.
He stood in the hallway, staring at that door.
How many times had he stood right here and not given it a second thought to knock and head inside?
Countless times.
Too many.
And he’d taken them all for granted.
Dallas shuffled forward until he was inches from the door. Then he took a deep breath and knocked. “Camilla?”
A loud sound came on the other side of the door—like Camilla had dropped something.
He cleared his throat. “Camilla, it’s Dallas.”
“I know who you are.” Her voice came so close from the other side of the door that he could imagine her standing mere inches from him.
“It’s time we talk.”
“I have nothing to say to you.” This time, her voice was quieter—almost like she didn’t believe what she was saying herself.
“Then I’m going to talk.”
Camilla didn’t respond that time. He couldn’t tell if she wanted him to say anything or if she’d walked away from the door and planned to ignore him.
Regardless, he was going to finally tell her exactly how he felt.
