Page 120 of Love Unscripted
Camille held Aaron’s gaze a fraction too long. “Then you find out what kind of person you’re dealing with.”
Silence—brief, but loaded.
Michelle leaned back slowly, a knowing smile forming. “You two didn’t just act this movie, did you?”
Camille let out a small laugh. “We… understood the characters.”
Aaron nodded. “Very well.”
Michelle’s smile deepened. “Mm-hmm. It shows.”
The rest of the interview blurred—questions about production, scale, audience—but the room never quite lost that edge.
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“Was that meant for me?”
Aaron didn’t wait long after they stepped outside.
Camille glanced at him, though she already knew what was coming. “Was what meant for you?”
“That answer,” he said. “About trust.”
She exhaled slowly, turning to face him. “Aaron—”
“No.” His voice wasn’t raised, but it was firm. “I need to understand what you meant.”
Her brows drew together slightly. “I meant exactly what I said.”
“That you can keep things from someone and still be trustworthy?”
A flicker of irritation crossed her face. “That sometimes people don’t tell the whole truth because they’re not sure it’s safe yet,” she corrected.
He studied her, unmoved. “And is that what you’re saying about us?”
She hesitated.
That was enough.
Aaron let out a quiet breath, something tightening in his chest. “Camille, what happened between us wasn’t strategy. It wasn’t timing. You said yourself—you were wrong.”
“I was,” she said quickly. “I was wrong to lie to you. I’ve never denied that.”
“Then don’t soften it now.”
“I’m not softening it,” she shot back, sharper now. “You keep saying that like it’s simple. Like I woke up one morning and decided to deceive you.”
His jaw tightened. “Then help me understand it.”
She held his gaze, something more vulnerable flickering beneath the frustration. “I didn’t trust you yet,” she said. “I cared about you—more than I was ready for—and that made me careful. Maybe too careful. I made the wrong decision, yes. But it wasn’t because I didn’t value you.” Her voice softened, but didn’t break. “It was because I was afraid to trust you.”
He didn’t look away.
“I took that choice away from you,” she continued. “I know that. And I hate that I did.” A small pause. “But I’m not doing that anymore.”
Silence stretched between them—longer this time, heavier.
Aaron exhaled, slower now. “I don’t know how to just… forget it.”
