Cam couldn't get her out his head. The way her long auburn hair felt against his cheek. The way her soft kissable lips on his. Her pretty brown eyes. She was the most beautiful girl he'd ever met.

He was thankful, so, so thankful for this chance to be with her again. But what if she wouldn't have him? What if she thought he wasn't real?

Forcefully shoving these thoughts from his head, Cam sped up. He couldn't get back to Amy fast enough.

It was raining outside. For some reason, all Amy ever really saw these days was rain. Whenever she came back to reality, it seemed to be raining. Just like that last night.

The first thing Amy remembered Cam telling her was that he was a demon. It was a shock, he seemed so angelic. But she'd loved him anyway.

Cam was her rock. Always there, solid, holding her to the ground. He was just there. Everywhere she looked, she couldn't help seeing Cam. In her kitchen. At the park. Even leaning against the counter at her job. And he always had the biggest smile on his face. She missed him with such a passion that it physically hurt.

He kept me sane.

Amy remembered those jewel green eyes lighting up when he looked at her. His perfect teeth peeking out from between his soft, pink lips. His hair so soft and fluffy and such an impossibly perfect brown.

Oh my God, I miss him!

Oh, how hard she tried not to think of that last night. The best and worst night of her life. But it was so hard not to. Amy's brown eyes shift to her left ring finger. The beautifully sculpted ring that Cam had proposed to her with was still there. She would never find another guy like Cam. Ever.

I'd do anything to get him back.

A knock sounded at the door. Amy didn't want to get up. The window seat was just too comfortable, the rain running down the window too mesmerizing. It's probably Bailey. I still don't want to go clubbing.

The knock sounded again. "I'm coming!"

Amy grabbed a sweater as she walked down the hallway from her room. Her beautiful long legs garbed in dark wash skinny jeans, her feet bare. The dark green cami made her hair look more of a golden red. Like ginger with gold specks. All the guys thought she was beautiful. They all asked her out on dates. She always declined.

The knock sounded again just as Amy reached the door. Always so impatient.

When Amy opened the door, Cam was standing where Bailey should have been. At first, Amy thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. But as her eyes traveled from the dark brown hair to his green eyes down to his expensive looking shirt and jeans, Amy had to admit this was real. Cam was a far ways away from being the blonde haired and blue eyed Bailey.

This has to be a trick.

"Amy." He even sounded like Cam. All honey and roses. His hand reached out and took Amy's left hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the ring on her finger. And that's when she knew. This was no trick. This was her Cambriel.

Amy threw herself into his arms, crying hard. He picked her up and twirled her around before walking her into the house, out of the rain. "Oh, Amy. I've missed you so much. I promised you forever and that's one promise I intend to keep."