Camille, normally observant of her friend didn't notice the subtle omission she made, being rather caught up in her own embarassment of what had happened to her, what she had done.<br/>"What am I going to say to him? Sorry for screwing with you, I don't love you?" She blushed again pressing her hands to her cheeks.<br/>"And what if I... Oh I don't even want to think about it!"