The Soulmates Series Camren

1.8

Lauren couldn't get Olivia off her mind since seeing the girl earlier that day, she couldn't stop thinking about the night they had ended things for good, the night that Olivia had been offered a full time position at Jauregui & Company. Olivia had told Lauren she was a child, too young for her, despite the fact she'd loved how young she was when she was fifteen and Olivia was nineteen. Nothing about her relationship with Olivia had been healthy from their age gap all the way down to the cocaine. She was being rather cynical in thinking that her relationship with Olivia had a lot of similarities to her relationship, or rather not relationship with Camila. Sure the roles were reversed, and this time she was the intruiging, older girl with the bad habits. But she refused to be Olivia, and the more she thought about it the more she simply wanted to forget, she knew now that she wanted Camila, and she knew that she would never treat her Camz the way Olivia had treated her during their relationship. She was so lost in her thoughts that she barely heard the knock at her door but there it was again, a knock at the front door, the small frame of Camila standing outside in the rain behind it. She had promised Lauren she'd make it up to her earlier that day and hell, she intended to. Lauren opened in the door in nothing but a baggy t-shirt, a box of raspberries in her hand. Her lips tugged into a warm grin when she saw Camila, the mist lifting from her green eyes to show their full potential when she looked at the brown eyed Cuban with two coffee cups in her hand. The moment she saw Camila all thoughts of her toxic past were washed from her system, her future was standing right in front of her.

"I brought you a coffee," Camila announced, extending her hand out to the gorgeous girl who looked so effortlessly desirable standing in her doorway with her messy hair and her long exposed legs.

"Thank you," Lauren beamed, stepping out of the doorway to motion Camila inside. "Shit Mila, you're soaked... That usually doesn't happen until after you see me..." Lauren teased, nudging the brown eyed girl who had water dripping from every suface of her skin. She wasn't expecting the rain and while Dinah had offered to drive her to Lauren's house she was terrified of the younger girl saying something to Lauren about how Camila felt about her.

Camila's cheeks flushed deep red following Lauren's comment, her teeth biting down on her plump bottom lip. "Shut up." Camila retorted, unable to hide the embarassment she was feeling over the comment.

"You're not denying it though," Lauren shrugged absentmindedly, taking a long drink from her warm cup of bitter coffee.

"Lauren!" Camila shrieked, covering her ears theatrically, as if to block out her dirty words. Problem was, when Lauren talked to her like this she couldn't contain the heat that accumulated between her lithe thighs.

"What?" Lauren asked, feigning innocence with a cheeky grin on her lips.

"You know what." Camila replied, training her gaze on the hot eyes of the older girl. Lauren inhaled sharply, her desire for the Cuban dancing across her galvanised skin.

"If only I did... Maybe you should show me..." Lauren smirked, biting down on her bottom lip as she set down her box of raspberries, hiking her shirt up slightly to expose the remainder of her strong thighs. Camila coughed quietly, her eyes failing to remain fixed on her face and instead trailing over the curvature of her body. The pair of them had become hypersensitive to the tension between them, and Lauren was playing on it so hard. Lauren moved across the couch to where Camila sat, climbing onto her knees so she could whisper her hot words against the other girl's neck. "Or maybe I should show you..." Lauren whispered, taking Camila's hand in her own. "I bet you'd love-" Lauren continued, the sound of the door being unlocked causing her to jump backwards, clutching the raspberries again, she wrenched her shirt down an extra half inch.

"Lauren, you never said you had company..." Her Mom said inquisitively as she entered the home followed by her husband and Lauren's siblings.

"I bet she was praying we wouldn't be home for another hour," Chris smirked, his expression however faded when his Father gave him a stern look.