New Year's Day - Taylor Swift
Camila's POV
January 2020
I watched as his chest went up and down with every breath. I saw his curls fall over his foreheard. I saw his hand rest on top of his abdomen while the other one laid on his side. I looked his round, full lips that were slightly parted. His face looked safe, rested, calm.
He partied a lot last night. Well, we both did, but he did it as if there was no tomorrow. It was fun to see him like that. I knew he loved parties and that was a part of him that has taken me out of my comfort zone but that I have thoroughly enjoyed it so far. He drank with his friends until his kisses tasted like tequila and his "I love you's" sounded more like a baby's stammering. I had a lot of shots as well, but my body wasn't as used to alcohol like his, so I knew it wouldn't be good for me the next morning and I stopped before it was too late.
The bed was a mess of tangled sheets. I placed my elbows under me to hold my chin with my hands. The clock says is 10:26 AM of January first. We were starting this year together. How crazy was that?
His hair was longer that I have ever seen it before and I liked it, I really liked it. Maybe I could talk him into letting his beard grow as well. Before I could stop myself, I was running my fingers through his hair. I knew this wouldn't wake him up though, if anything it would relax him even more. He was a sucker for people touching his hair. He would randomly come sit next to me and put his head on my lap just so I could brush his curls. And I'm not gonna lie, I was a sucker for touching his hair as well.
He took a deep breath but didn't move, he just turned his head looking for my hand, like a puppy.
My mind went back to last night's party. The smile on his face before the countdown ended and he turned around, forgetting about the champagne bottle on his hands to surround my body with his arms and kiss me hard. The countless hugs I got from his family and friends. The uncontainable laughs because of the silly dances we pulled after midnight with Brian and Jon. The million selfies we took with Aaliyah and Camilla.
Part of me felt like we were still getting used to being a couple, like if we were on the first weeks of our relationship; when everything is new and you want to discover every little aspect of your partner; when the most tiny detail changes the way you receive and perceive the love. It felt new and exciting, but the reality was that we've known each other quite a while already.
I knew him, I just know him better now. I also get to experience some of the things I knew but couldn't appreciate in full before. Like the way his fingers interlock with my fingers and his hand covers mine. Or how he looks at me, with no restrictions now. He looked at me and he didn't hold back his smile nor the way his eyes unvoluntarily shut a little.
I couldn't help it and snuggled my face on the curve on his neck. I breathed in his essence, his perfume, his sweat, his shampoo and his showergel. His smell was intoxicatingly good, heavenly. I suddenly could't resist not having his conscious self reciving my cuddles so I started kissing his neck and making my way up to his face to wake him up.
He groaned a bit and squeezed his eyes before looking at me with a sleepy smile.
"Hi..." he mumbled with a sexy sleepy voice.
"Hi... how do you feel?", I asked checking on his hungover.
"I'm OK", he said turning his body on one side and wrapping my waist with his arm.
He rested his forehead on my back for a few seconds as he yawned and tried to fully wake up. He then smiled and lifted his body, supporting his weight by bending his elbow and holding his face with the palm of his hand.
