Zion’s POV
Dean gave her another cursory glance, then his eyes widened slightly as he did a double take. "Please, tell me that's not Camila, or is that her?" I urged, watching as Dean's face twisted with recognition, and then confusion.
Oh my goodness, she definitely was who I thought it was. It did explain the familiar feeling I got when I first saw her back, but it didn’t explain the way I was feeling though.
Camila had always been so beautiful, and always looking so innocent, but there was a look to her now, ravishingly hot, with a sprinkle of attractiveness all over her.
“She’s definitely the one, right? I’m not seeing things, am I?” I asked.
Dean shook his head, as if trying to dispel the thought. "Nah, it can't be, man. You're seeing things. Camila's history, right? Besides, sh
