25. Camille

Well, at least I had my curiosity appeased. Brick hadn’t just been enjoying himself until something better came along; he had genuinely liked me. He’d wanted to be with me. And we might’ve actually been forming the greatest match-up ever.

If I hadn’t royally messed everything up.

It would’ve been a frigging dream come true, too.

Brick was a legend, possessing every trait I thought an amazing man should have.

I gave a thick swallow as I let myself into my apartment and dropped the keys into my purse before setting the wicker bag blindly on the counter, then wandering aimlessly through my apartment. But every place I went contained a memory of him. Like a cat who’d rubbed his scent on everything around him, Brick had marked his territory.

I couldn’t look at the counter in the kitchen, the mattress in the bedroom, the shower in the bathroom, not even the freaking front door without—

Dammit. My throat worked convulsively as I perched myself on the couch and pressed my hands into my l