"Mhmm..." Lauren groaned when she woke up and felt her eyes stinging, she knew that the curtains of her bedroom were open and she cussed herself for being so wrapped up in Camila last night that she forgot to close them.

But she didn't regret her night, quite the opposite. Lauren tried to search in her memory for some moment in her life – with someone special – that had been as good as last night, but nothing came to mind. Camila had treated her so well, even though she was a bit awkward when it came to being affectionate, but she did a great job.

And speaking of Camila...

"Dammit." She heard Camila's curse after the Latina bumped her knee with the brunette's bedroom door. Lauren held back her laughter. "Uh... Hi." Camila waved at her with her free hand, the other one was on her knee, soothing it. Lauren waved back, she was glad the Latina had stayed. "You're finally awake, I was getting worried. I thought you had gotten into some kind of coma." The Latina let out an amused laugh, which made the brunette laugh as well.

Lauren simply loved that sound, she could hear it every day and she'd never get sick. Camila stopped soothing her knee and approached the bed, but stopped a little before, which made Lauren frown. Camila bent down and picked something up, and Lauren's mouth parted in surprise at the sight of the Latina with a tray in her hands.

"Breakfast in bed?" The brunette asked in disbelief; her heart jumping inside her rib cage.

Camila was being so... thoughtful and caring. Lauren could hardly believe that that over there was the same woman who had hurt her and drove her nuts so many times. Camila smiled, awkwardly. She was making a huge effort to act that way, trying to be as affectionate as possible, because to her, her Lauren deserved that and much more.

"Yes, I... Yeah." The Latina shook her head, and Lauren smiled at the cute way Camila always acted when she was embarrassed. Lowered eyes, blushed cheeks and her bottom lip between her teeth. "I prepared our breakfast, I hope you don't mind that I invaded your privacy." She said awkwardly after kneeling on the bed and setting the tray with their breakfast on the mattress.

Lauren sat up quickly, tying her hair in a bun on the top of her head.

"I don't mind." The brunette smiled at Camila. "Now come here."

Lauren spread her legs and tapped the space between them with her hands; and smiling, Camila crawled on the mattress until her face was inches away from the brunette's. Their eyes met and their broad smiles soon appeared. Lauren leaned her body a bit forward, wrapping her arms around the Latina's neck and pulling her for a kiss.

"Ouch!" Camila let out when her teeth collided with Lauren's, and the two of them pulled away laughing.

"Those beaver teeth of yours are so-" Camila's teasing was cut short by a slap on her left arm. "Ouch! Lauren! I was kidding." Camila grumbled, rubbing the place where Lauren had slapped her.

The brunette huffed and pushed the Latina back.

"That's what you get for being stupid." The brunette glared at the Latina. Camila pouted, trying in vain to soften Lauren's heart. "Get away from me, before I dig my beaver teeth into your duck face."

Camila placed one of her hands over her heart, pretending to be offended. And Lauren grunted when she tried to move the Latina away from her but failed once again.

"You just hurt my feelings, but it's okay my poor child, I forgive you." Camila said, and Lauren clenched her jaw, almost seething in anger. The Latina laughed as she noticed the brunette's face turn red. "But seriously, we need to be studied." She commented nonchalantly, sitting on the bed. Lauren's expression went from irritated to confused. "People need to know that a relationship between a beaver and a duck is possible."

"You... Ugh, Camila! I hate you."

"No, you don't." The Latina captured Lauren's nose with the tip of her fingers, and Lauren rolled her eyes before removing the Latina's hand from her face with certain violence. "You at least bear me."

"What else can I do, right?"

Camila shrugged, laughing, and then she grabbed the – until then forgotten – breakfast tray and opened the support legs there were underneath. She set them correctly on the space between Lauren and her.

"Well..." Camila rubbed the back of her neck awkwardly. "We both know that I'm a total disaster in the kitchen, so I'm not even going to bother to lie and say that I made all this." For a second, Lauren wondered if Camila had done that with other women, if she had brought them breakfast in bed and lied saying she had cooked it just to please them. That thought didn't please her at all. "But I woke up early and I went to buy bread, cheese, and apple pancakes. I hope I didn't mess anything up, because I'm not used to this trying to please thing, you know?" Camila confessed, insecure.

The brunette felt kind of relieved upon hearing that, it was great to know that the Latina was making an effort to please her. And that it was her first time doing something like that.

Lauren felt so special.

"Everything's perfect." Lauren was sincere, and Camila flashed a broad, satisfied smile.

Thank God!, the Latina exclaimed in thought.

"Oh! The acerola juice is my own merit, I remember hearing you comment with Selena that this is your favorite juice flavor, so..." She shrugged, not looking into Lauren's eyes because she felt utterly embarrassed for revealing that.

Lauren's thick and well-made eyebrows lifted, Camila has been watching her? She even knew her favorite juice flavor... Was it possible that the Latina was memorizing her tastes to please her?

"Wow! Well, that's surprising." Camila's cheeks heated up and she trapped her bottom lip between her teeth like she always did when she was embarrassed and didn't know what to do. "You're wonderful, you know that?"

"Can we..." The Latina pointed to the tray in a clumsy way, and Lauren laughed. She knew that Camila just wanted to move past that embarrassing moment. "Please." She grunted awkwardly and the brunette held back her laughter, she didn't want to make Camila feel even more embarrassed.

Lauren moved forward, not even caring about the fact that the bedsheet had fallen and her breasts were showing. But Camila cared, a lot, she felt her whole body reacting to that sight. Lauren was too attractive for her, sometimes the Latina found it impossible to look away from Lauren.

It seemed that everything, from the strands of her hair to Lauren's feet were attractive to the human eye. It was almost impossible for someone not to be mesmerized looking at her.

[...]

Lauren loved the breakfast and made a point of stressing how delicious and refreshing the juice that the Latina prepared was. Camila felt completely happy, at least she was being able to do things right. And Lauren's compliments were inflating her ego more and more.

"Mmm... Lauren and kiwi, I never thought that this would be such a delicious combination." Camila said between the kiss she exchanged with Lauren. They were sitting facing each other. The brunette was cutting the kiwis into tiny bits and eating them, and she was also feeding them into Camila's mouth as the woman reciprocated by kissing her. "Though..." She mouthed the tiny piece of fruit that Lauren brought to her lips. "Everything tastes... delicious... with you." The Latina said with her mouth full, smiling mischievously.

Lauren shook her head and lightly slapped Camila's thigh, rebuking her.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, it's impolite." Camila raised her hands up in surrender. Lauren cut another slice of kiwi and brought it up to her own mouth, moaning at the fruit's delicious sour taste. "I love kiwi." The brunette commented before pulling Camila by the back of her neck for another kiss. "And having your taste together is just a bonus. I also agree with you, Camila mixed with kiwi is wonderful."

Camila scrunched up her nose, smiling in a way that Lauren thought was too cute. The two of them remained sitting there on the bed until Lauren got up and called Camila for a shower.

"Come here, come here, come here." Camila said, pulling Lauren by the waist. The brunette's ass collided with the Latina's hips violently, causing her to sigh. "I remember the last time we were together in a bathroom, not in this one here, but it's almost the same thing as the one in the hallway."

Lauren felt the hairs on her body stand on end with the Latina's low and sensual voice tone close to her ear. Although aroused, she felt bad for that day, she had been so rude and stupid with Camila.

"About that day-"

Camila covered Lauren's mouth with her right hand, preventing her from starting to apologize. She had already overcome the anger she felt for Lauren regarding that day. Camila guided Lauren closer to the huge bathroom sink, she had many plans in mind.

"Forget about that. Let's focus on right here, right now." The Latina squeezed the brunette's waist with both hands. Lauren closed her eyes and bit her lower lip as to not moan as she felt Camila press her hips against her ass. "And right now," In a swift movement, Camila turned Lauren to face her. "I just want to make you cum... very hard."

Lauren held onto the sink hard, her knuckles going white. Camila smiled, loving to see how she could tease Lauren with so little. She brought her mouth to the brunette's neck, depositing a delicate kiss on her jugular to then dig her teeth there, then she closed her lips on the bite area and sucked hard. Lauren arched her head back and this time it was impossible to hold back her moan. Camila did the same on the other side, dragging another moan from Lauren, even more delightful to hear than the other one.

One of the things that Camila definitely loved about Lauren was the sound of her moans. The way her naturally husky voice made the sound of the moan completely sexy, made Camila feel like she was floating and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"Get up on the sink." Camila ordered Lauren, who promptly supported herself on the sink and sat up on it, gasping when she felt the cold of the marble against her bare buttocks. "Look at you. So fucking sexy... Eager?" The Latina teased, receiving in return a low growl coming from Lauren, who panted as she spread her legs open, offering her wet pussy to Camila. "You're begging to be fucked."

"Camila!" Lauren scolded in a warning tone.

Camila was amused to see how eager the brunette was. The Latina supported her hands on either side of Lauren's thighs and stood between her legs, to then lean forward and stay with her face a few inches away from Lauren's, the brunette's heavy breathing blowing against her face.

"I'll give you what you want." Camila assured her, and stood straight once again to then tilt her neck forward. She gathered a bit of saliva in her mouth, being watched by a curious Lauren. The Latina casted an intense look towards the brunette before pouting her lips and pushing the saliva out, she didn't even need to look to know where the trickle of saliva that fell from her mouth would hit. Lauren swallowed hard, unable to look away from the long trickle of saliva that fell from Camila's mouth and landed straight on her clit. The brunette's body shivered upon feeling the warm saliva come in contact with her throbbing bundle of nerves. "Mmm..." Camila murmured in a muffled way due to the fact that she was biting her lower lip.

The Latina brought her thumb to Lauren's clit and pressed on it. The brunette closed her eyes to better enjoy the Latina's touch. Camila initiated small rotating movements on the brunette's increasingly hardened clit. Camila watched in ecstasy the way how Lauren pressed her eyes together, the way she bit her lower lip as to not moan loudly, the way she gasped and whispered her name over and over again, begging for her.

"Ah!" Lauren let out suddenly upon feeling the little 'slap' that Camila gave on her clit with her index and middle finger.

The Latina smiled, and she repeated the movement, dragging another moan and an involuntary spasm from Lauren.

"You love this, don't you?" Camila went back to masturbating Lauren, now with two of her fingers. Camila massaged Lauren's clit with mastery, feeling the softness of that throbbing bundle of nerves. Lauren moaned Camila's name loudly and contracted her pussy walls every time the Latina tapped her clit with the tip of her fingers. "I'm going to fuck your pussy so hard, Lauren. You're going to love the way my fingers will thrust into you, hard." The brunette moaned a soft 'please', rocking her hips. "My fingers feel so good inside you, I love how hot, soft and tight you are."

Camila stopped masturbating Lauren and lowered herself quickly to give a single, hard suck on the brunette's clit, snaking her tongue quickly over the bundle of nerves. Lauren practically screamed in surprise, bucking her body in reflex. Camila stood straight again and went back to masturbating Lauren. She moved her completely wet fingers – coated with Lauren's natural lubricant – down and stopped at the entrance of her pussy. The Latina looked at the brunette's face, seeing her with a full of expectation expression, and submission. Camila leaned forward, bringing her mouth to Lauren's ear, and she penetrated her slowly.

"Feel how your pussy welcomes my fingers." Camila whispered teasingly close to the brunette's ear, and the woman pressed her eyes together and opened her mouth, her moan getting stuck in her throat. "Look down, Lauren." The Latina ordered, and Lauren shivered with the authoritative voice tone and didn't dare disobey. "See how my fingers look good inside your pussy... Feel how you welcome me eagerly into your tight and delightful pussy."

Lauren gripped Camila's shoulders, seeking support, since her body was sliding forward on the marble sink that was already moist with sweat. Camila penetrated Lauren with precision, hitting all the right spots.

"Camila." Lauren purred amid a hoarse moan.

Camila slowed down her movements, making the brunette open her eyes in alarm. The brunette was about to demand an explanation when Camila said:

"Tell me what you want, Lauren." The warm breath of the Latina's mouth blowing against Lauren's earlobe made her shiver. "Do you want me to keep fucking you with my fingers? Or do you prefer that I suck your sweet pussy until you cum multiple times in my mouth?"

Lauren almost moaned, Camila knew how to tease her with her more than tempting proposals.

"First I want, or rather, I demand that you go back to fucking me. Then I'll want that delightful mouth of yours sucking me, understood?" Lauren was panting, her pussy throbbed in a painful way that almost made her beg for Camila's fingers, but she managed to keep her voice firm.

Camila didn't need to be told twice, before Lauren could realize it, the Latina's fingers were back inside her.

"Look back down." Camila demanded through clenched teeth, clenching them hard as she frantically fucked Lauren's tight pussy. "See how your pussy is greedy and swallows my fingers." The Latina commented, completely mesmerized as she watched her fingers moving in and out of Lauren's pussy, which welcomed them perfectly well. Lauren was no different from Camila, watching the Latina's fingers thrusting in and out of her was arousing her to the extreme. "Fuck, Lauren! Your pussy is one of the seven wonders of the world."

"Mhmm! Fuck, you're so good." Camila smiled, curving her fingers in search of Lauren's G-spot. "Right there, fuck, don't stop!" Lauren repeated amid moans, begging Camila to continue touching her there. And so she did, over and over again.

The brunette released her grip on the edge of the sink and started to masturbate herself frantically, and Camila growled upon seeing that and intensified her thrusts.

"Are you ready to cum?" Camila knew she was, Lauren's muscles were already contracting uncontrollably. "Then cum, cum for me."

With one last deep thrust, Lauren came undone all over Camila's fingers, moaning the Latina's name loudly as she felt spasms take over her body.

[...]

After giving Lauren one more orgasm, Camila pulled her into the shower-box, where the two of them took – a not so innocent – shower. Despite their wandering hands, they just showered.

"Ugh, I really hate having to wear the same clothes." Camila complained as she put on her clothes. Lauren let out a chuckle upon seeing the Latina's troubled face. She really couldn't bear to wear the same clothes from the night before.

Lauren was so focused on drying her legs with her towel that she didn't even notice that Camila had inched closer to her.

"I left my panties as a gift to you, right on your bathroom sink." The Latina whispered in Lauren's ear, and the woman swallowed hard and almost fell to the floor. Camila smiled cynically and tossed her hair to the side before turning back to face the mirror to finish getting ready.

Lauren just stood there, looking at Camila without any reaction.

Camila Cabello was going to be the death of her... and Lauren couldn't wait to suffer more at the hands of the Latina.

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Camila stretched as soon as she stepped into her apartment, even though she had enjoyed spending that time with Lauren and even though she felt she could have stayed longer, coming back home was liberating. Now she could think about how she should act from then on. How will things be like from now on? I hope peacefully, she thought.

Camila had just gotten out of the shower, she was drying her hair after putting on blue boxer panties and a large t-shirt that reached the middle of her thighs. She was humming random songs when she heard her phone beeping, indicating that she had received a text message. She walked over to the device and unlocked the screen, noticing that she had two messages on WhatsApp. A smile appeared on her lips.

Stupid Asshole (Tuna face): I really loved the time we spent together.
Not wanting to be clingy, but already being lol when can we do it again?
I mean
I hope you want to do it again because I really liked it.
Oh fuck! I sound desperate...

Camila laughed for two reasons; because of Lauren's awkwardness – which she found adorable – and because of the contact name. The Latina had changed it after that fateful evening in Lauren's apartment. Camila closed the app quickly to change the name of Lauren's contact information.

Camila: I hope very very soon?
Because I confess I also liked it...
It's different, but a good different.
By the way, you sleep like a teddy bear.
Wow, that was too gay.
Ignore that part
Pleeeeaaaseeee

Her face was blushing to the extreme, she felt like hitting herself for writing and sending that straight away before checking as to avoid acting like a fool. But now it was too late, she could only hope Lauren wouldn't mock her. Camila closed their conversation and opened another.

Selly: NUGGET
I NEED YOU
LIKE RIGHT NOW
IT'S URGENT!
PLEASE.

The Latina's eyebrows arched upon reading that. Something had happened, a sense of desperation started spreading all over her.

Camila: SEL!!
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, TELL ME THAT YOU'RE OKAY???
SELENA MARIE GOMEZ
OH MY GOD
PLEASE

The Latina was nervous, just the thought that something serious could have happened to her friend made Camila feel terrified. She has always been the type of 'mom friend', who wanted to protect everyone, it was one of the things that never changed in her.

Selly: I need you so much
And I need cuddles and affection
A loooot of cuddles
Please

Camila: I'm home, come over here.
Like right now.

Selly: The sacred palace?

Camila rolled her eyes, Demi had come up with that name when she heard about the story of Camila and her precious apartment. She shouldn't be teased for loving her privacy.

Camila: Yes, busty boobs.
I'll let the doorman know of your arrival.

Selly: I'll be there in 20 minutes.

Camila: Okay, drive carefully.

Selly: Don't worry, my nugget. See you in a bit.

The Latina just visualized the last message and then went back to her conversation with Lauren.

Lauren (Pretty Eyes): AWWWWW
CAMILA
THAT WASN'T GAY
IT WAS SO CUTE
UGH
I WANT TO BITE YOU AGAIN

Camila: YOU WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO ME WITH THOSE BEAVER TEETH
MY ASS HAS TEETH MARKS, DID YOU KNOW?

Camila was still incredulous that Lauren had bitten her ass while they watched cartoons sprawled on the floor of the living room. It was in a moment of distraction, and Lauren took advantage of the fact that Camila was lying face down and then she bit her.

Lauren: Hey! It's not my fault if your ass is the hottest thing there is, okay?
It was stronger than me
And like
Thousands of people would like to be in my place
BECAUSE I CAN BITE CAMILA CABELLO'S ASS AND THEY CAN'T
That's so...
But now focusing on another matter
We could do something on Friday after we leave the set, what do you think?

Camila bit her bottom lip, feeling a certain nervousness. Could that be considered a date?

Oh my God! Thank God Selena is coming over, I really need to talk to someone, the Latina thought in panic.

Camila: Well, you're privileged because you can bite my ass
And I because I can touch and kiss every inch of your body
People would give their lives to touch you, you know?
AND I CAN
Only me, I want to make that clear.
And yes, we can.

Camila locked her phone, eagerly waiting for Lauren's reply. In the meantime, she informed Ralf, her doorman, of Selena's arrival. When her phone beeped again, she almost jumped in joy.

Lauren: We're both lucky then...
And you know that only I can do the same to you, don't you?
I know you do.
So we have a date on Friday.
I'm eager, I'll try not to be too clingy.

Camila wanted to say that she didn't mind if she was clingy, and that thought scared her a lot. She didn't act like that. Her reveries were interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Camila: I didn't know you were the possessive type...
But I know that...
Yes, and we have to talk.
PS – I'm eager too.

The Latina put her phone in her pocket and went to open the door. She barely had time to turn the key in the lock and pull the doorknob because soon enough Selena's body was colliding with hers, suffocating her in a tight hug.

"Se-lly..." Camila smiled, even though she could barely breath.

Selena hid her face in the crook of Camila's neck and sighed heavily, releasing her friend slowly.

"Mila, I screwed up." The woman murmured, embarrassed, against Camila's shoulder, and the Latina stroked Selena's back and pulled her fully into her apartment, closing the door right after.

"Come, let's sit over there on the couch and you'll tell me what happened." The Latina laced her fingers with Selena's and the two of them walked over to Camila's couch.

Selena kept her head down, her mind recalling the events of the previous night. The two sat down next to each other, with Camila still holding Selena's hand in a sign of support.

"I don't even know where to begin..." The woman admitted, shrugging her shoulders.

"How about you begin with the part I know it's the most important?" Camila said, smiling in a comforting way. Selena felt a little more relaxed upon seeing her friend smiling, she always knew how to calm her down.

"It happened again." Selena let out suddenly, and Camila narrowed her eyes, trying to remember what might have happened again.

"Wh-"

"I slept with Demi, again!" Selena's almost scream cut off Camila, who dropped her jaw in surprise. Selena took a deep breath, running her free hand over her face and tucking a few strands of her hair that had fallen free from her ponytail behind her ear. "We were together yesterday, we went to see the new house she bought in Beverly... I don't know exactly how it started, I just remember that we started drinking wine and reminiscing the old times and when I realized it we were naked and making out on top of her dining table." Selena's face was on fire.

Camila's surprise had already passed, now she just watched her best friend. It wasn't the first time that those two slept together, most of the times – about five times – they were a bit altered, and only one time were they sober. Even though Selena shouldn't freak out every time it happened – in Camila's opinion – she always freaked out on the next day.

"Let me see if I understood..." Camila said, pausing to pretend to assimilate what Selena had told her. "You're freaking out because you had sex with your best friend again?"

"Yes." Selena sighed in exasperation, she freed the hand that was connected to Camila's and brought it to her hair, holding the strands of her hair between her fingers. "Yesterday w-was so..." She gestured some things with her hand and Camila laughed.

"Intense?" Selena nodded awkwardly. "I imagine so, you still seem a little bewildered." Camila chuckled, and Selena rolled her eyes and threw herself back, resting her back on the couch. "Did you cum?"

Selena widened her eyes, blushing even more. Camila threw her head back, laughing loudly at her friend's reaction. Selena shouldn't be surprised, that was so typical of the Latina.

"Why do you want to know that?!"

"Just answer the question. Did you cum or not?" Even reluctantly, Selena nodded her head, and Camila clapped her hands excitedly. "Then that's what matters, it would only be troublesome if you hadn't cum. Only then would we have a problem."

"Camila!" Selena scolded through clenched teeth in a warning tone.

"What? You had sex with Demi Lovato again. Love of my life, do you know how many teenagers scattered around the world would give a kidney to have Demetria Devonne Lovato in their beds? And you had her, five times." The Latina raised one of her hands, moving her five fingers.

"Actually it were seven times. But counting yesterday's now it's eight..." Selena confided in a low voice tone, embarrassed. Camila jumped on her couch, her eyes wide.

"WHAT?" Selena shrank back against the couch. "You fucked Demi eight times?"

"Nugget, stop..." Selena asked, completely embarrassed.

But Camila didn't care much about Selena's shyness, she didn't even see a reason for it either, because... let's face it, who didn't want to have the privilege of having sex with Demi Lovato?

"Stop? You show up in my house all desperate and tell me that you slept with Demi eight times, three more times than I knew, and you want me to stop?" The Latina faked indignation, crossing her arms across her breasts. Selena rolled her eyes, drumming her fingers on her thigh.

"But Mila... What about Dylan?" Selena remembered, feeling guilty. "He's an incredible guy, he treats me super well, I had never cheated on him. I feel terrible, he didn't deserve this." Her voice was beginning to choke.

Camila completely lowered her guard and moved closer to Selena and pulled her to lay her head on her lap. Selena clung to the Latina's waist and took a deep breath, feeling safe in Camila's arms.

"Well, you have three options." Camila began, bringing her hand to Selena's hair to stroke it. "Either you tell him everything and you end things with him and go back to having wild sex with Demi." Selena slapped Camila's back, and the Latina flinched and groaned in pain. "Ouch, I'm joking... Or not..." She whispered the last part, but Selena heard it and let out a chuckle. "But seriously, either you tell him and break up with him, or you simply omit it. She's your best friend, it's not like you had sex with his best friend, you know what I mean?"

Selena was silent for a few minutes, analyzing Camila's words.

"What would you do if you were in my place?"

"I'd break things up with him." Camila was sincere. Selena closed her eyes, because she knew what Camila thought of betrayals. "You know me, I wouldn't be able to look the person in the eye without feeling like crap."

"I felt like that with Justin, I cheated on him four times with Demi. Our relationship wasn't working anymore, but I felt bad for not breaking up earlier." Camila nodded her head, she knew that story from start to finish. Though she didn't blame Selena, because that boy deserved all the four times he was cheated on. "But with Dylan, I've never had any kind of argument, we get along super well, he makes me happy and he satisfies me. I just... I don't know, I can't resist Demi, you know?"

Well, no one can resist her, Camila thought, but just thought it. That wasn't the right time to joke or tease Selena.

"I think you need to talk to Demi first, you two can't help the way you feel for each other and I'm sure you ran off from her house when you woke up naked in the morning." Selena nodded in agreement, she had really done that earlier. "Then you talk to Dylan. I won't judge you because I can imagine that your head's a mess." A big mess, Selena thought. "But don't think about it too much, when we think too much it's even worse."

"You're right." Selena looked up, coming across Camila's face and her broad grin. The woman knew that face, and she rolled her eyes laughing.

"Now, please, tell me how it was. If I'll never have the chance to fuck Demi, I want to at least know what it's like."

Selena couldn't hold back her laughter, Camila was incorrigible, but she liked her friend's crazy way of being.

And the two of them stayed there, Selena in Camila's lap telling her – with few little details – the events of the night before, and Camila listening and commenting everything, whining and suffering for not being able to have the chance to do that.

Though she was satisfied with a certain green-eyed brunette.

And how satisfied she was.