Page 123 of Love Unscripted
That did it.
Something in him snapped loose.
His hands tightened at her waist, then shifted—sliding beneath the edge of her blouse, finding warm skin. The contact was electric. He drew in a sharp breath, his restraint fraying completely as his hands moved upward, slow but deliberate—
His fingers brushed the edge of her bra.
Camille froze.
Not immediately.
Not all at once.
For one suspended second shefelt it—the pull, the heat, the part of her that wanted to keep going, that wanted to forget everything except him.
Her grip tightened in his shirt.
Then—
“No.”
It came out soft. Breathless. But firm.
She caught his wrist and stilled his hand, pressing it back down.
“No, Aaron… we can’t.”
The words seemed to echo in the space between them.
He stilled instantly. As though something had broken through the haze. Reality rushed back in—sharp, sobering. What was he doing?
His chest rose and fell heavily as he pulled back just enough to look at her—really look at her.
Her lips were swollen from his kisses. Her hair slightly undone. Her eyes still bright with something that hadn’t fully faded.
Desire.
But also resolve.
That contrast hit him harder than anything else.
He pushed himself back, putting space between them, his hands dropping away as though they’d burned him.
“I—” He stopped, dragging a hand over his face. “I’m sorry.”
The weight of it settled in quickly now. What he’d almost done and how easily he’d let himself go there.
After everything they had been speaking about these last few days. About faith. About honor.
He leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees, head bowed, trying to steady himself.
She shifted beside him, still catching her breath. For a moment she said nothing, as though she was steadying herself too.
Then she reached out and placed a gentle hand on his back.
“Are you okay?” she asked softly.
He let out a quiet, humorless breath. “No. Not really.”
