Camilla's POV
I sat on the patio, drawing patterns into the soil. It was getting late, I knew Mark was usually home by this time.
The last time I had attempted to make dinner, I nearly burned the cabin down. So Mark forbade me from using the kitchen. But today all I had just had to do was wait for him to come back.
There was a comforting feeling of domesticity I felt, sitting outside and waiting. It was almost like....like we were married.
I sighed and rolled my eyes. That was insane. Mark was just being kind to me, and nothing else. There was no need for me to be thinking about romance and domesticity and all that.
But Mark was so handsome. And he was so kind. And he was....he was perfect. Any woman would fall at his feet. Why wasn't he mated yet? Why didn't he have a girlfriend?
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