Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 602

Camila Davis felt as if she was completely surrounded by his presence—every breath she took was filled with him.

She also realized, with a jolt, that she’d misjudged Dennis Williams.

How could she ever have thought he was cold and unreachable, some sort of untouchable angel?

Those striking, usually composed eyes of his were now laced with an intensity that made her knees go weak.

He always seemed so flawless, so squeaky clean—yet here he was, as if she’d pulled him down into the messy, wonderful chaos of real life.

His face—God, that face—looked almost too handsome for reality. And in this moment, there was a hunger there that took her breath away.

Camila’s heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could feel it.

She didn’t know how long the kiss lasted, only that when it finally ended, she was left dizzy and clinging to him, her legs almost too shaky to hold her up.

If she hadn’t been propped up in Dennis’s arms, she probably would’ve collapsed right then and there. No way was she risking looking up and meeting his eyes now—her face was practically buried in his chest.

Dennis looked down at the soft, trembling girl in his arms and chuckled quietly. “You okay?”

His voice was low and rough, making her cheeks and ears burn even hotter.

She tucked her head in even deeper, refusing to look at him, and just shook her head to say she was fine.

But only she knew the truth: her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She’d never imagined kissing someone she liked could feel so… electric.

Like her bones were melting and her whole body was turning to jelly.

Seeing the way her ears burned red, Dennis’s already good mood soared even higher.

He realized his Camila was really easy to make blush. And, honestly, she was adorably awkward at kissing—so innocent, so unpracticed.

Guess that jerk Jordan Smith wasn’t all bad after all—at least he hadn’t managed to ruin this sweetness in her.

And now, all that sweetness was his.

Thinking that, Dennis pulled her in a little tighter, content just to hold her while she caught her breath. His long, deft fingers gently stroked her back, soothing her like she was his favorite kitten.

When Camila finally calmed down, he loosened his hold a bit and said, his voice soft, “I’m gonna take a nap. Will you stay with me?”

That simple question made Camila instantly nervous.

Stay? Like, stay how?

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