Chapter Thirteen
Elias
Two weeks later
The days passed in a blur once I started flying again. It was a relief because time had slowed to a crawl while I’d been healing. Although I saw Cammi every day, like before, now I knew what her lips tasted like underneath mine and precisely how she felt when she flew apart. There was usually a line when I stopped by, as had always been the case. Except now, I felt impatient about it because I wanted to steal a few minutes alone with her.
Flynn assigned me two overnight trips, which I usually jumped at. In a first, I was reluctant, but I took them anyway. I missed Cammi’s smile every morning while I was gone more than her coffee.
One evening, I sat at the counter in the kitchen at the resort, my feet hooked on the rung of the stool. “Smells freak
