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Dmitri smirks. “Don’t be boring.” His brooding self speaks up for once. He’s the quiet one, always staying close to Ilya. They’re best friends, even closer than with me. However, they’re still my best friends. “Let the girl get in.”
“We’re fully dressed,” I argue, but when I look at her she’s taking off her clothes. Her high-waisted shorts hit the ground, and so does her crop top. She stands in nothing but a tiny thong and a lace bra. If I looked, I’d probably see her nipples, though I’m not going to. A glimpse at her perfect ass is enough to undo me right here. “Camilla,” I scold.
But she just smirks and jumps in the pool. “Who’s the chicken now?” She yells over her shoulder when she comes up from the water.
I remove my jeans and let them fall to the ground, my shirt following closely behind. I don’t miss the way her eyes slowly gaze down my body, just like they did in her bed before she noticed my bruises. “Not me!”
The water makes a big splash when I jump in next to her, and I hear Ilya and Dmitri laugh from behind us. “I can’t believe this shit,” Dmitri says with another laugh.
I can’t believe it either. Bringing her here might be either the best or the worst idea I’ve ever had. I haven’t decided yet. But I know I don’t regret it yet, not when her smile is the brightest I’ve ever seen.
“This is the most normal our friendship has ever felt.” She tells me as I get closer to her, the water waving with my movements. We’re not in the deep end, but enough that she has to wade through the water as it’s all the way to my chest.
There’s that word again.
Friendship.
“Are you saying you don’t like our spot?”
Camilla looks stricken for a moment, like she’s scared that she’s hurt my feelings. “No—I, well. We’re always hiding,” she tells me slowly. “It’s nice not to have to for once.”
I consider that, and I have to admit she’s right. It is nice not having to hide in the park for once, to do friend things. “I’ll take anything I can get with you, Milla.”
“I know.” Her legs wrap around my waist, and my hands automatically come to her ass. Her firm, big, toned ass.God. “I’m tired. Hold me.”
I chuckle. “A tiny person like you shouldn’t be in deep waters.”
“You got me, remember?”
And I do. I’ll always have her back.
No matter what.
Even if it kills me.
Camilla is gracefully jumping, twirling, and spinning. I don’t know anything about ballet, but it seems like I should start paying attention. She’s elegant in the way she carries herself, back ramrod straight, no slouching, delicate arms reaching and moving slowly. It’s like she’s gliding across the floor, and I’m simply mesmerized. It’s a shame I never watched her dance when we were younger.
I want to say she’s perfect even, but I am an amateur when it comes to ballet. Compared to everyone else though, she’s the best. Camilla is also the only one wearing black. A black leotard, black tights, as well as black slippers. She’s like a dark cloud about to pour down on all of us. Wholly under control in her dancing. There’s nothing rushed, no sudden movements. No mistakes.
Maybe this is weird, following her all the way here. I keep telling myself that it’s merely stealing Leonardo’s girl to get back at him. That my thirst for blood will not be quenched until I take everything from him. Including his life. I want to ruin it all before I kill him. I want a slow death before he even knows what’s coming to him.
I’ve tried convincing myself that I checked up on her last night to build trust between us, but I don’t know if that’s entirely true. Why do I genuinely care so much about how she’s doing? And why am I watching her right now with so much interest? It’s not the ballet, that’s for sure. I don’t give a shit about anyone else, not even Annie who glidesalmostas gracefully right before Milla.
My Milla.
Last night, I genuinely cared when she started crying after Leo left us in the room, so much so that I took her to the bath. I realized who she was crying over, and it pissed me off—being that, why would she ever cry over him? She never loved him like she did me. I know that for a damn fact.
Her class is finally over after what feels like forever, and I lean against the wall opposite the door where everyone is exiting the studio. I spot Annie waiting for Milla. They then walk out together, arms linked, and stop in their tracks whenshesees me. Annie smiles, looking between us, and I grin in return. She hates Leo almost as much as I do. For different reasons, of course, but let’s just say we’re helping each other. Annie keeps talking shit about Leo until Camilla’s ears hurt, and I keep talking to Ilya to give her a chance because, well, I don’t know. It benefits me to have Camilla hate him too. Although I’m sure, she already does in her own way.
“Nik!” Annie yells, and I freeze in my position. They get closer to me, mostly because she keeps dragging Milla by the arm and stops right in front of my shoes. Entirely too close. I want to push Annie away. “What are you doing here?”
Milla’s face is flushed, strands of hair stuck to her face, and I want to know if the red tint to her skin has anything to do with my presence. Even if it’s just a little bit. “I’m here,” I tip my chin toward her, “For Milla.”
“Milla?” Annie frowns, looking between us. “You mean Cam?”
“No.” I grimace. “I mean Milla.”
Camilla raises one perfectly shaped brow at me.
