Camille's POV

"Whoever he is, he doesn't deserve you," Nina shot back, resting her elbows on the counter and staring at me as if she could read my thoughts.

I blinked a few times, coming back to reality. Once again, I'd gotten distracted, lost in the night Caesar left, lost in the memory of his kiss.

"I'm not thinking about anyone," I replied, forcing a smile. It was such a fake smile that even I would've laughed if I hadn't been too busy pretending.

Nina arched an eyebrow. She'd been my