He noticed, then, the situation they were in. Camila was laying down in a bed that looked like his, only the sheets were white and way too bright. He was standing a few feet from the bed. When he looked down, he realized he had no clothes on. And when he looked up, it was the same for Camila. Her body was bare before his eyes, and he could feel his mouth water as his feet carried him forward.
Her arms welcomed him, her legs spreading for him, as he lay down on top of her while gathering her into his arms. She felt solid in his arms; warm, soft. He buried his face in her neck and nuzzled her skin, then left tiny kisses all over, moving up her jaw. She let out a pretty little giggle as he made his way up her cheek, squirming at the ticklish sensation from the fuzz on his chin. He shut her up quickly with a kiss.
Their bodies moved together, arching and rolling on the bed. He had missed this, so much. Just feeling her beneath him, responding to his touches, the noises she made when he did something just right, a kiss here, and a touch there.
“Beautiful.”
That was when he opened his eyes, and he swore he heard his heart break. He was back in his room, alone in his large, cold bed. Camila was still missing, in Adrien’s hands. He still hadn't found her.
With a sigh, he slipped out of bed. It was still dark out, in the middle of the night. Everything was silent, so he was sure everyone else was asleep. He went to his bathroom to grab a drink of water and wash his face a little. He got a look of himself in the mirror, his skin was pale, and bags were growing beneath his eyes. He grimaced at his reflection, wiped his face, and left the bathroom.
Then, he went back to bed, but he couldn’t find sleep again that night.