Lauren Jauregui's Point Of View

*Flashback On*

I drummed the tip of my fingers on the thick old wood of the table as my gaze got lost in the gas bubbles inside my glass. I was inert, almost out of orbit in that environment. We were still in the park where the town's fashion show had been held, in which Camila had been the winner. Even with the permission of the Cabellos for us to use their house to celebrate the Latina's victory, we decided together that it would be best to enjoy the fair a little more. In a general sense, the night was being lively, with the collaboration of musicians, dancers, and a huge area with an improvised amusement park, but nothing could change my current mood, which by the way, sucked. The reason? The reason was right there, in front of me, with a broad and charming smile towards Veronica Iglesias. Camila looked radiant. It was nothing more than the combined effect of several tequila shots and the joy of having been qualified for the state's fashion show in Miami. It was quite a victory. I was happy for her, but I didn't share the excitement that everyone there seemed to have. And all because my brain seemed to turn the closeness between my friends into something completely absurd.

Hell.

I simply couldn't control the irritation at the sight of them like that. Camila seemed so happy, so connected to Iglesias, that it made my presence almost insignificant. I watched firsthand, the glances, the smiles, the embraces and gestures that could soon become something more, if it hadn't already. What if they were starting to like each other? No, Camila liked me, right? I closed my eyes tightly, trying to recreate in my mind all the events I pretended to forget.

"Is everything alright?"

I opened my eyes and faced Allyson's curious eyes. Her gaze was attentive towards me, worried, as if there was something wrong with me.

"Yes, why?"

"You seem distant, or upset." She said as she savored the strawberry ice-cream from the cup in her hands.

"I'm fine, just a little tired." I shrugged, while she still watched me attentively, as if she wanted to verify the truthfulness in my words.

"You sure?"

I looked away from her gaze and took another sip of the Coca-Cola in my glass. "Yes, I'm sure."

My eyes landed on the Latina on the other side of the table, she was laughing cheerfully at something that was being discussed, making me sigh at the delightful sound of her laugh. I allowed myself to watch her for a few instants, noticing how charming Camila's smile was. Her cheeks tightened as her lips expanded, showing her white teeth in one of the best smiles I've ever seen, but the best was to see how her eyes accompanied the act, they gained a radiant glow, almost hypnotizing.

"I knew you'd win! I just knew it! You were the most beautiful girl there!" Vero exclaimed, depositing a kiss on the brunette's cheek.

"Don't exaggerate! There were a lot of beautiful girls there."

"Not more beautiful than you, baby."

I rolled my eyes impatiently, even knowing that Camila was now watching me. I saw her smirk, but I didn't know if it was because of my visible irritation, or if it was merely a consequence of Veronica's compliments.

"If it was up to you, I'd win Miss Universe."

"I'm glad you know that!" Veronica smiled, wrapping one arm around Camila's neck.

"Do you think I'd win, Lauren?"

"What?"

"Miss Universe?!"

"I think so, who knows." I shrugged.

"I see that you're not so sure..." She provoked, with her gaze fixed on me.

"Veronica is, so you don't need mine, right?"

We looked at each other for a few moments, while the rest of the people at the table remained silent. The atmosphere suddenly weighed a ton, but I didn't say anything. Allyson, kindly, initiated another conversation to divert all the tension set by me. I saw Camila sigh, while Vero moved her arm away from the brunette's body.

"I think I've said this before, but you two look like a couple." Bryan, one of our acquaintances, said smiling.

"You think?" Vero asked as she embraced Camila again.

Oh for fuck's sake! I started drumming the tip of my fingers on the table again, in an anxious act, almost nervous. That was suffocating me. I tried to focus on the flow of people coming in and out of the booths across the park, but the conversation next to me seemed to be happening right inside my head, making my attempt to ignore it almost impossible.

"Yes! You're always together, walking hand in hand. Not to mention the tension going on between you two."

"Tension?" Camila asked, smiling.

"Yes, the famous chemistry." Bryan completed. "Pretty much like what goes on between Ethan and Lauren."

Now it was Camila's turn to roll her eyes, I was sure that she had rolled her eyes.

"You're right, I also feel this chemistry going on between us, Karla."

"Don't be an idiot, Iglesias." The Latina laughed after taking a big sip of the drink in her glass.

"I'm serious, everyone loves us as a couple. We should make it happen."

I tried at all costs not to look at them, I didn't want to witness anything that would make me feel worse. But it was almost impossible, my eyes seemed stuck to Camila, and to everything she did.

"You want to be my girlfriend? Is that it?"

"I've always wanted to, you know that."

Were they really doing that in front of everyone? That could only be a joke! I shook my head, averting my eyes from both girls in front of me. I was getting sick, that damn discomfort in my stomach made me want to puke. I swallowed hard, and pulled as much air as possible into my lungs, and then turned my eyes to Camila and Veronica, who were now centimeters away from a kiss? They were going to kiss.

Shit.

I lifted my body from the table in a jolt, drawing every gaze in that table.

"I'm going for a walk." It was the only thing I said before I walked away.

I needed to get away, to breathe. I walked hurriedly across the soft grass of the park, towards the central lake. The shore of the lake was almost totally empty, there were only a few couples sitting by the water, between caresses and chitchat. But I took care of ignoring them, I was focused on pushing away any and all images of my friends from my mind. I closed my eyes, and inhaled as much air as I could into my lungs, letting it out right away. I wanted to calm down that damn feeling that everything was wrong, that that shouldn't happen; but nothing seemed to work. It was stifling, but why? Camila was my best friend, my confidant, my almost sister?

No...

I was just confused. The things that happened between Camila and me were more strong and more intense than I could imagine. Knowing that the girl had feelings for me, somehow had messed with my head, causing me everything that I was feeling now. That was it, just a big mess. Soon, everything would go back to normal.

"Everything will go back to normal." I repeated that as if I wanted to convince myself. "She's just your-"

"Lauren!"

Camila's voice cut through the air, hitting me hard, followed by a gentle touch on my arm. Suddenly I had her there, in front of me, making me forget completely what I was trying to convince myself of a few seconds ago. The brunette looked anxious, nervous, her gaze gave that away. I looked at her hand that was still touching my arm, and as soon as she caught my gaze, she cut off our contact almost immediately. She stepped back, swallowing hard, before looking me in the eye.

"I..." She sighed. "I wanted to see if you were alright..."

"I'm fine."

"You're fine? You just left out of the blue."

"It's nothing." I turned to the side, facing the lake.

Camila was still too close, I could feel the scent of her perfume, mixed with the smell of Vodka. And yet she could still have a wonderful scent, fucking hell.

"Is it because Ethan left? You could've asked him to stay."

"Did you want him to have stayed with me?" I asked as I stared at her.

The brunette fixed her eyes on mine as she swallowed hard. At first she didn't say anything, but then sighed and smiled awkwardly. "If you wanted to, of course. I just want you to enjoy the night with everyone. It's being amazing!"

"Of course it is..." I said sarcastically. "I see you're enjoying it very much..."

"What's your problem, Lauren?" She asked harshly.

"My problem? Do you really want to know what my fucking problem is?" I asked in the same voice tone, now turning towards her.

Camila took a deep breath, but didn't lower her gaze, let alone her head. She stood firm, in an uncontrolled breath that made her chest rise and fall breathlessly.

"I do." She said arrogantly. "Tell me."

I looked deep into her eyes, which seemed as confused as my own. That brown immensity carried an inebriated, seductive, hypnotizing countenance that held me steady, almost absorbing me into it. I left them for a split second, getting lost on her parted lips, which allowed the escape of her nervous breath. Camila was restless, it was noticeable due to the way she was breathing; I was no different though, I felt my hands tingle, my heart palpitating embarrassedly inside my chest.

"I can't..." I whispered. "You're drunk! You won't absorb anything."

Camila laughed nervously.

"You're a coward, I don't even know why I came after you." She said as she took a few steps back.

"Where do you think you're going?" I grabbed her arm.

"I'm going back to the table, where the rest of the people are." Her voice tone was full of sarcasm.

"Let's go to your house." I ordered, pulling her by the arm.

"I don't want to go home right now!"

"You're completely drunk, and I promised your mother that I'd take care of you, Camila."

"I know how to take care of myself, Jauregui." She pulled her arm, in an attempt to break free from my hand.

"Come with me." I continued to drag her through the trees to the side of the park.

"Lauren! We have to warn the rest of the people! We can't simply disappear..." She grumbled.

"Yes we can, and that's exactly what we're going to do."

"How will they know-"

"Your girlfriend will know that we went home, don't worry! Allyson is with her." I seethed angrily.

Camila freed herself from my grasp, as she suppressed an amused laugh.

"What are you laughing about?"

The girl stopped in the middle of the deserted street, and burst out laughing, leaving me completely incredulous. Why the hell was she laughing like that?

"You're jealous of Veronica." She said amid a laugh.

"Of course not! The fuck..." I answered quickly.

"It's obvious! Your expressions, the way you talk, how you behave."

I rolled my eyes in a clear sign of impatience. The girl wanted to test my limits, only that could explain such effrontery. I shook my head, and leaned against one of the cars parked on the side of the empty and dimly lit avenue.

"Stop speaking nonsense! Why would I be jealous?"

I forced the most incredulous expression possible, drawing her sarcastic gaze towards me. Camila took a step forward, and then another, slowly, as her eyes swallowed me willingly. I tried to back away, but she had cornered me against the car.

"Do you really want to know the answer to that?" She asked in a clear challenging tone. "Because if you want, I can answer you."

I knew what she was going to say, knew what she wanted to do. No, we couldn't.

"Don't do that..."

"Why?" She whispered, too close.

"You're confusing things, you're drunk."

I saw her eyes close, showing a disappointed expression.

"You're the one confusing yourself, Lauren! Things are clear, look at us."

I shook my head and walked away, keeping myself at a safe distance. My head was bubbling in a whirl of thoughts that I couldn't control. Camila was disconcerting me, leaving me completely lost.

"Let's go home." I whispered.

Camila laughed softly, a melancholic laugh, I felt how disappointed she was with me. I knew her like no one else, and I was pretty sure of how upset she was.

"I'm an idiot."

"Camila..." I tried to get closer, but now it was she who stepped back.

"No, forget about it. It's pretty clear that I'm investing in something that has no future. You're not ready for this, and you have no desire to be."

"It's not that, I'm just not..."

"What? You're not gay?" She asked rudely.

"Yeah."

"You aren't or you're afraid to be?"

"It's not because you like women, that I have to like them as well!" I spat out the words rudely.

She laughed again, with that same sarcastic tone that made me completely sick to my stomach.

"You know what? Fuck you!" The brunette exclaimed angrily. "Just forget about everything, forget that one day I felt anything for you. You don't deserve any of this."

"And who does?" I grabbed her again, forcing her to face me. "Veronica? Because apparently she deserves enough, you were almost kissing her at that damn table."

"Why does it bother you so much? You're crazy! You don't want anything to do with me, but you're dying of jealousy!"

"I'm not jealous!"

Her eyes glared at me. "No? So I can just go back to the table now, and hook up with her in front of everyone, and that's okay with you?"

Our eyes connected with a wave of anger. It was soul-consuming. Her chest rose and fell in a heavy breath, so perfectly synced with mine.

"It's your life, you can do as you please!" I said derisively.

Camila nodded in disbelief. "Well then, Jauregui, that's exactly what I'm going to do." Those were her words before she walked away.

That moment seemed to happen in slow motion. Camila freed herself from my arms, with a disappointed and hurt countenance. And when she took the first step away from my arms, something in me awoke. I couldn't let that happen, I couldn't simply watch her walk towards the arms of another, when deep down I wanted her in mine.

"Camila!" I let out in a sigh, holding her by the arm tightly.

"What do you want?!" She exclaimed furiously, trying to break free.

My breath weighed like a ton. I faced her flaming, impatient gaze; accompanied by a heavy and uncontrolled breath. In that tiny space of seconds, I let go of all my insecurities, and of everything that was holding me back, to embrace the moment.

It was now or never.

My hands were trembling, in tune with my heartbeat. I touched Camila's soft skin, letting my fingers get lost in her wild hair, which I held, to finally take her lips with mine.

The sensation of kissing those lips again was of pure euphoria. That kiss wasn't like the first one, it wasn't unexpected or a surprise, we both knew what we were doing, I wanted it, I yearned for that moment in its smallest details during my incoherent crises of jealousy. I didn't know how to deal with what I felt, but deep down, I knew what I wanted, and she was right there, in my arms, with her lips synced to mine. Camila rested one of her hands on my waist, holding me tightly, as her tongue snaked into my mouth. We were breathless, all because of the previous argument and tension. The Latina took a step forward, pinning my body against the car parked behind us. Would it be weird to say that my whole body reacted to that moment? My hands tangled between her dark locks, tugging them time or another, as her hands squeezed my waist. We were in ecstasy, that damn kiss was mind-blowing, making me lose all senses, like no other kiss in my whole life had done.

The excited murmuring of a group of people at the end of the street woke us, and we pulled away almost immediately, but not far enough to lose contact, Camila remained there, with her red, trembling lips a few centimeters away from mine, releasing a heavy breath, accompanied by an indescribable look. I was no different, I was probably much worse, taking into consideration my embarrassing state of nervousness. We didn't utter not even a word, we just stared at each other.

"If you want..." I started in a small voice. "We can go back to the park, like you wanted."

"Is that what you want?"

No, it wasn't what I wanted. However, everything was too confused, my thoughts summed up to a tangle of desires and fears. I was afraid of what I really wanted. I was afraid of what I could do if I stayed with Camila. I was just... afraid.

"No." I whispered.

Camila sighed, still with her eyes attentive to my face. The Latina looked around, as if she wanted to make sure that we were alone. "Let's go home."

"You don't want to go back? Vero must be-"

"She'll be fine, Lauren. We can go back to the park, but I really want to be alone with you."

My heart was exploding inside my chest as I tried to keep my expression as tranquil as possible. It was useless to disguise it though, Camila knew me well, she caught all my little signals, even when I hid them.

"Camila..." I whispered awkwardly, making her smile.

"You don't want to be alone with me?" She asked, searching my gaze.

"I do." I confessed.

"Okay, then let's go. I promise I won't do anything." She said smiling before pulling me by the hand.

*Flashback Off*

Camila walked beside me, as she began to talk about how much she missed hanging out in places like these. We were in a park, located in the center of Miami, downtown, more specifically. Even though it was late, the area of the park was fully open, public. There were lots of people, tourists who wanted to enjoy a little of what the night in Florida could offer. The Latina was staring at the booths and stalls, where people played target shooting games, games where luck was the only thing standing between victory, among others. At the back were the amusement rides, the Ferris wheel, the rollercoaster, and all the others that would probably make me sick.

"What do you think about going on that one?" She let out with a sly grin.

That looked more like a machine of human destruction. The hysterical screams rocked my whole body every time the chairs descended upside down, making those brave people shudder while they were stuck to that thing.

"Do you want to kill me?"

Camila laughed, amused.

"I can't believe that you're still afraid of heights."

"I'm not afraid of heights, I'm just not a fan of falls from such high places. Look at that!" I pointed to the amusement ride that moved slowly to the top, to then plummet at once to the lowest base. "It's terrifying."

"Don't be a pussy. The only reason I'm not going is because I'm wearing a skirt, and I don't want to be naked in front of everyone."

"Yeah, better not to go." I commented, drawing her gaze.

"Since you're afraid of that, do you prefer to go ride the merry-go-round?" She mocked.

"Very funny... Come here."

The Latina laughed, and jogged up ahead, trying to move away so I wouldn't reach her. Camila had a light smile, contagious, much like those directed at me so many years ago. For many, the climax of that night would be to have her in my bed, after good hours of pleasurable sex, but not for me. Having the opportunity to have her in my life again was being more valuable than the ephemeral and fleeting moments. I was willing to be someone different, I was ready to show her a new me, or a better me. She deserved that, I owed her that.

"Can we play this game?" She asked, and I just nodded.

Karla approached the young man who was in charge of the colorful and brightly lit booth. We both sat on the stools, while the row of wooden ducks or pigeons moved in front of us. The goal of the game was to hit them, and consequently knock them down.

"You stay on that lane, and I stay on this one." Camila said smiling.

"I'm gonna beat you."

"Dream on, Jauregui. I'm the biggest pigeon killer in Miami."

"They are ducks, Camila." I said amid a laugh.

"They are ducks and pigeons." The young man corrected, making the Latina shrug with a smug look.

I shook my head and then waited for the Latina to finish the countdown so we'd start the game at the same time. Even though I was focused on hitting as many targets as possible, I could still hear the brunette's joyful laugh as she exclaimed excitedly about being in the front. Which was in fact true, at the end of all the rounds, Camila was the big winner, but we both left with a good amount of tickets, which in the end, would be exchanged for a prize. We stopped by three more game booths, a fishing game, more shooting, and a table hockey game. Camila won in all of them; that because I was too lost in watching her.

"You still suck, Jauregui." She laughed, taking another step forward in the queue to exchange our tickets.

I frowned, as I decreased the distance between us, stopping right behind her in the queue.

"I let you win."

"In all of them?" She asked.

"Yes, I want to win you back, I need to make you happy."

Camila's mouth fell open, but she still had an amused countenance.

"Brazen-faced much?"

"I can't deny something that is so obvious." I shrugged, sincere.

She bit her lower lip, and smiled before shaking her head.

"You may even want to win me back, but still, you suck at all those games." She turned her back to me, still laughing.

I tilted my body forward, to the point of feeling the sweet scent that emanated from her hair. Gently, I rested my hands on Camila's waist, with the intention of getting as close as I could.

"Have you already chosen what you're going to exchange the tickets for?"

She sighed as soon as I touched her, but to my complete happiness, she didn't pull away.

"You can choose with me."

We stayed for a few instants looking at all the prizes, and they were all very childish, of course. We observed the huge variety of characters, when the Latina spotted her favorite.

"There! Please, I want that one." She asked the young man behind the counter.

"Which one did you choose?"

"This one!" She exclaimed excitedly as soon as the young man handed her the little lion. It was Simba, one of the characters from the lion king. "Now you can't say that I'm not romantic." She mocked.

In our teens, we visited an amusement park like that one; we spent hours having loads of fun. And in the end, Camila gifted me a teddy bear, but unlike today, the teddy bear was Nala, Simba's wife.

"I like your romantic side."

"Who knows, maybe you'll end up seeing it more often." She said as she hugged the little lion, to then walk away from the line.

"I like your choice, you can pair yours with my Nala." I said as I followed her.

"If you still had it..."

"I do!"

"Really?" She asked, surprised.

"Really."

"I don't believe you!"

"I swear, Camila. If you want, you can come to my apartment in New York to see her."

I looked at the brunette's relaxed expression, who was now smirking.

"What?"

"Are you trying to take me to your apartment with the excuse to see Nala?"

We walked away from all that cluster of people, following through the edge of the park, which now had less movement.

"I just want to make sure that when we go back to New York, this won't change." I murmured.

"This?" She stopped, facing me.

"This that we're rebuilding now."

She averted her eyes from mine, and sighed.

"You can't deny it and say you don't like it. I feel it in you." I held her hand.

"And what if I'm wrong?"

"You're not, I'm trying to show you that. Just let me continue..." I approached her, lifting one of my hands to her face. Camila let her eyes to close in the same instant that my thumb slid subtly on her cheek. "Trust me, Camz. We're still those girls, but now with the freedom to have what we always planned."

Camila opened her eyes, letting me sink into the brown intensity of her iris.

"You're messing everything in me, Lauren."

"I'm sorry about that, but before putting everything in place, I need you to see what we still have."

"What do you want?" She tried to pull away, but I wrapped my arms around her waist.

"I want you. I want to be with you, I want you to let me be part of your days."

"Lauren..."

"Please, these days here were enough to show us that we still feel something strong. I'm not asking you to date me, not yet. Just stay with me... Let's not throw this opportunity away."

"It's not that simple."

"I know, I know what you're feeling. I know you're afraid, but trust me, trust us. Years ago, I put myself in that choice, to allow myself to feel or not to feel. Now it's your turn..."

She remained silent, staring at me intensely, as if she wanted to be sure of my intentions. I understood Camila's fear, I knew that giving me that chance would allow my presence in her life again.

"Look at me..." She turned her eyes to mine. "There's not a piece of my heart that is not yours. Not a day goes by ever since I met you, that I didn't think about you. You were the best thing that happened to me, and I can't let this opportunity pass by. I can't allow this chance to slip through my fingers." Her eyes were bright, perhaps teary. "We can't allow that, we both know that this feeling exists, we just need to feel and live."

"I want to feel with you, Lauren." She whispered in a sigh. "I want you."

I couldn't help the smile that was born on my lips as soon as I heard Camila's words. My heart that until then beat uncontrolled, plunged into calm waters. It was like coming home after a long and difficult journey.

"You won't regret it, I promise." Those were my words before taking her lips with mine.

In that moment, I felt that everything could work out again. Camila was there, with an open heart to let me in again, I couldn't let her down, and I wouldn't. I squeezed my arms around her body as her lips moved slowly and perfectly in tune with mine.

That kiss tasted like fresh start.

Camila was still mine, she never stopped being.

*Flashback On*

I remained lying on her bed while I tried to control my breathing, and consequently my heart. On the way to the Cabellos, we didn't even utter a word, not about what happened, but I felt all the tension that had settled between us. It wasn't a bad energy, on the contrary, it was very good. It was pure euphoria, joy, and excitement. I brought my hands to my head, closing my eyes, while I wondered what the hell I was doing. I mean, until a few minutes ago, giving myself to Camila was totally absurd. I knew we wouldn't do anything that night, but the simple fact of having her so close, knowing now what her real intentions were, made my whole body shiver.

"You're going crazy, Lauren." I whispered to myself.

I heard the sound of the door, and then saw the light of the bathroom lamp illuminate the dark bedroom. Camila stepped out of the bathroom as she wiped her long and slightly wet hair. She looked beautiful, very beautiful, I thought with a smile. She opted for a two-piece babydoll, a set of undershirt and shorts, with a navy-blue print, that fit her lean body perfectly well. We would sleep together, in the same bed, and I wondered if that was really safe.

"Are you awake?" She asked as she put her knees on the bed.

I swallowed hard, feeling my body shiver. I didn't want to show my nervousness, but I felt ecstatic about our situation. Camila was my best friend, but now I was also interested in her in another way. It was all somewhat new, everything from then on would be a big discovery.

"I am..." I whispered.

I could bet that she was smiling, a broad and satisfied smile because I waited for her to get out of the shower. I wasn't sure, as the room was being partially illuminated by the gleam of light emanating from the spaces between the curtains. Camila settled between the covers, right next to me. I felt my body shiver in the exact instant I felt her skin touch mine; maybe it was the low temperature of the Latina's bedroom, right?

"Is everything alright?" Her voice came out nervous.

I remained motionless on the bed, just staring at the ceiling. It would be comical if it wasn't tragic. I was nervous, but happy?! She remained quiet, and I believe in the same position as me.

"Yes, I just... I don't know what to say."

Camila chuckled, making me smile. "Same here."

"What do we do now?" I felt my hands tingle. "I mean, about us, you know?"

"What do you want to do?"

"Don't ask me hard questions, Camila. I'm confused!"

"Okay... Let me find another way to do this." She took a few moments, and then started speaking again. "Do you like what you feel right now?"

"Why are you asking me-"

"Answer me!" She ordered.

"I do."

"Do you like me, Lauren?"

That question came with a greater weight. Admitting those feelings would be saying that I was gay? It would be saying that I was interested in women, just like her. It would be bringing into my life a side that until then I didn't know.

"Of course I like you, Camila. You're my best friend and-"

In an impetus, she turned her body to the side, fitting it against the side of my body. I could see her face turned towards me, felt her breath against my skin, close to my face.

"Lauren, I want to know if you like me, like I like you. I know that it's soon to know, I understand that you're confused, but I need you to tell me if you feel anything for me, besides our friendship."

"I don't know..." I whispered. "This is new to me, you know? I never saw myself with a girl before. I had never kissed a girl! It has always been boys, always. But I'm different with you."

"Different how?"

"There's something different about you. I know, because I was in awe of you from the first instant. You shone on top of that stage, and since then, I've wanted you close. I've wanted your attention, your friendship, your affection..."

"What do you want from me now?"

I took a deep breath, feeling those damn butterflies in my stomach, while the rest of my body seemed to shiver. Her presence was overwhelming, but in a good way, and attractive and incredibly engaging. I swallowed hard as I moved my fingers over the bed sheets. The room was in full silence now, making room only for our heavy breaths.

"Camila..."

The brunette slid her hand down my arm, going down to my belly, in a light caress, but with heavy effects. I felt my skin heat up where Camila's hands slid. She was testing me.

"Can I tell you what I want from you now?" She whispered in my ear.

I closed my eyes tightly, and gripped the bed sheets in the exact instant my body reacted.

"Y-ou c-an..."

Shit.

She smiled, I knew it due to her breath. Camila lifted her body partially, and fit it against mine.

Oh my God.

She was literally over my body, keeping one of her legs between mine, while supporting herself with one of her forearms on the mattress. Her hair was flipped to the side, falling like a dark waterfall. My skin was hot, just by having her in contact.

"A kiss." She whispered, with her eyes fixed on my mouth. "But I'll only kiss you if you tell me that you want it too."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I like you, and I know that you're afraid of liking me, but I want to show you that there's nothing to fear. I want you to allow yourself to feel." She said as she tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. "I wouldn't hurt you, ever."

"I want to..." I whispered.

"Then allow yourself."

She sighed, and stroked my face slowly, as if to keep me calm. We stared at each other for a split second, and I allowed myself to touch her. My hand went down to her thin waist, which felt so good to my touch. She smiled, satisfied, giving me the courage to continue. I snaked my hands into her shirt, allowing myself to touch her warm, soft skin with the want I felt.

"Everything will work out." She whispered before kissing me again.

*Flashback Off*

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NOTE: Just to make it clear, if anyone's confused with this last part, they didn't have sex in this chapter, they just kissed lol Evelin already updated the next chapter, which I'll translate next and post when I'm done.