Zion’s POV
It wasn’t until that night before I came to bed, right after I tucked my son into bed, that I remembered that Camila had been wearing a towel this afternoon, and I had been too carried away to notice.
Damn, I was a fool. I still haven’t been able to talk to her and I was hoping I would be able to when I retire to our room soon.
She hadn’t come down for dinner, neither had she come out of the room since. She was angry, and I could tell.
I took the stairs two at once as I came up, then I walked to the room I was supposed to stay in with Camila. I knocked gently before I walked into the room.
What I saw was the opposite of what I thought I would see. I genuinely thought she would be asleep or at least, pretending to be asleep just to avoid me, but she wasn’t. She was seate
