Camille barely slept that night. The storm had passed, but inside her, another one still raged. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Dominic's lips on hers, the warmth of his hands, the quiet desperation in his touch.
It shouldn't have happened.
She wouldn't let it happen again.
By morning, she had convinced herself that last night was a mistake. A moment of weakness.
Nothing more.
Yet when she stepped into the café at dawn, her breath hitched at the sight of him sitting at his usual table near the window, sipping coffee as if nothing had changed.
But everything had.
She squared her shoulders, steeling herself, and walked over. "We need to talk."
Dominic set his cup down and met her gaze. "I was hoping we would."
She folded her arms, keeping her voice steady. "Last night was a mistake."
His jaw tightened. "You don't believe that."
"I do." She forced the words out, ignoring the sharp ache in her chest. "And I need you to stay away from me."
Dominic leaned back in his chair, studying her. "You want me to walk away? After everything?"
Camille clenched her fists. "You did it once. You can do it again."
A muscle ticked in his jaw. "You think I want to leave?" His voice was low, rough. "I'm not that man anymore, Camille. I'm not running."
She swallowed hard. "Maybe I don't believe that."
His eyes darkened, pain flickering across his face. "What are you so afraid of?"
She hesitated, then exhaled sharply. "Liam."
Dominic stiffened.
"I can't let him get attached to you," she continued, voice tight. "I won't let you hurt him the way you hurt me."
His expression softened. "I'd never hurt him."
"You say that now." Her throat burned. "But what happens when things get hard? When life pulls you back to the world you came from?"
Dominic pushed his chair back and stood, towering over her. "I'm not going anywhere."
She shook her head. "I can't risk it."
Silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken words.
Finally, Dominic exhaled slowly. "I get it." His voice was quieter now, but no less intense. "You don't trust me yet. But I'm not giving up."
Her heart clenched.
"I'm staying in Haven Cove," he said, stepping closer. "And I'm going to prove to you, and to Liam, that I'm not the man who left."
Camille's breath caught, but she forced herself to hold his gaze.
"Do what you want," she said, turning away. "But it won't change anything."
She walked to the kitchen, not daring to look back.
Because if she did, she knew she'd see the truth in his eyes.
She still loved him.
And that scared her more than anything.