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Camille starts to stir the sauce on the stove.
“What can I do?” I walk into the kitchen behind her.
“Taste this.” She spoons up a sample, blows on it, and brings it to my lips. “Is this okay?”
I taste it and moan. “More than okay. That’s the best bolognese sauce I’ve ever had. What’s in it?” I smirk at her.
She tilts her head to the side with mock seriousness.
“If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” I grin, trying not to laugh. She breaks first. “It’s my mum’s recipe. She always put sugar in it. Besides that, I don’t really know what’s different—I’ve only ever made it this way.”
“Well, I love it. I can’t wait for a full bowl. I’ll set the table while you finish up.” I start grabbing the cutlery. “Think we’ve got time for showers?”
“Definitely. I was about to suggest it.” She heads toward the others, but they’re already walking in.
“Perfect timing,” Camille clasps her hands together. “We’re gonna shower before dinner. Danielle, you guys go ahead. I’m not quite done here.”
“Oh my gosh, yes! I love van life, Vonnie is the best. But I’m so over walking to the camp showers every night,” Danielle groans.
“Just crash here tonight,” Tyler offers. I’m not against that idea, I like having a full house and good energy.
“Really?” she looks to me. “Would that be okay?”
“Of course Danielle. We have another spare room that’s free.”
“Uh! Thank you!” She squeals and gives me a hug. “I’ll grab some clothes from Vonnie and go have a quick shower.”
She runs off out the door. Apparently Vonnie is the name of her van.
Camille turns to me and smiles. “That’s so nice of you.”
I just smile back at her and head off to have my shower.
I turn the water freezing cold. Stopping myself from thinking of Camille in that red bikini. Afterward, I dry off and change into shorts and a white T-shirt before heading back out to the kitchen.
Camille’s only just walked off towards her room as I get out to the living area, and I can hear the other showers still going.
I start dishing everyone’s bowls up. I put the four bowls down on the table and by the time I’m done, everyone walks out.
Camille’s hair is pulled up in a messy, half wet bun and she is wearing a pair of short black bike tights and a pink baggy t-shirt that says, ‘‘I’d rather be reading’’. I chuckle internally, my Angel is a nerd. She looks so effortlessly beautiful. Everytime I see her, I think it. I look back down at the bowls as everyone comes to sit down.
We all quickly dig in. Everyone is raving about her spag-bol, and she’s blushing. This girl is not used to compliments, that’s for sure.
“Cam, I didn’t realise you could cook like this. Oh my gosh. When we move in together, you’re gonna cook for me every night, okay?” Danielle tells her.
Camille laughs. “Sounds good to me. I love cooking.”
“Has she not cooked for you before Danielle?” Tyler asks.
“Never,” Danielle adds. “Sean didn’t like me being over. We didn’t hang out much outside of work, but I kept trying, and I’m so glad I did.”
Camille nods, voice a little quieter. “Yeah, Sean didn’t want me to have friends. Danielle kept pushing, though. I’m grateful.”
“Fuck Sean,” Danielle swears. “Has he texted you again?”
That gets my attention. “He’s been texting you?”
“Not just texting, he called her twenty times! Being a fucking prick, as usual.” Danielle answers for her.
