Gwendolyn placed the wooden bar over her door— when it clicked heavily into place, she felt her hands begin to tremble from nerves. Cameron had been so precious to her for so long— what if this changed everything between them for the worse? What if he woke up in the morning and regretted everything? She feared losing him more than anything. She turned to face him, her anxiety clear on her face, until he took a hold of her hand and brought it to his lips.<br/><br/>Then, she settled, her worries temporarily assuaged. Her heart fluttered in her chest— a foreign feeling other than dread. “I promise.” She studied his face carefully. “Are you alright?”