Camilla crossed her arms tightly over her chest. She watched him standing near the window, trying to calm his breathing. She noticed how far away he stood. He was treating her like she had a deadly disease.
As she watched him, her annoyance slowly shifted. A slow, wicked grin began to form on her lips. A new, very highly amusing idea came to her head.
"Fine," Camilla planned in her mind. "If he wants to act like a scared little boy, I will treat him like one. He shoved me. Now, I am going to punish him. I am going to make him suffer."
She knew exactly what he valued most right now. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. He wanted his comfortable bed.
"I am going to take the whole bed," Camilla decided happily in her thoughts. "He removed all the furniture to force me into his bed? Well, that plan is going to backfire perfectly."
