Our Little Love ➳ Camila Cabello

forty

The door swung open loudly causing me to jolt up from my sleep.
I opened my tired eyes to see the breathless figure standing in the doorway.

"Camila, what the hell are you doing here?" I asked being hella confused. I mean, it's 3:30 in the morning. You'd be confused, too.
She began stripping herself of a leather jacket and pulling her heels off, "I gotta see you. I can't stay away anymore."
"Are you drunk right now?" I asked the small Cuban, still unsure of how real all of this was.
Camila smirked and shook her head, "No, I'm not gonna give you a reason to push me away anymore, babe."

She quickly strolled over to me with a devilish grin plastered on that pretty little face. Camila jumped on the bed and straddled my waist with a raised brow.
"Aren't you gonna stop me?" Camila sensually asked.
"Camila, you can't do this. I'm dating Ariana now." I told her sternly but a strange feeling built up in my stomach. The feeling I would get every time Camila touched me or looked at me. It was coming back to me all at once.
"This is all up to you, baby." Camila whispered getting closer to my face. "You're the one that has to stop me, but you won't."
"What makes you say that?" I asked listening to her new-found cockiness.
"Because you want me just as much as I want you. I bet you can't get your mind off of me, huh?"
"How would you know?"
She smiled before licking and biting her lips seductively, "Because you're on my mind, too."

Her lips quickly crashed into mine, making the feeling I had before grow ten times bigger. My hands wouldn't stop. They were on her hips. Camila was slowly rocking herself into me as we kissed. She retracted her lips from mine and moved them over to my ear, "I love you, my wife."
"I, I love -"

A knock on my door woke me up. My eyes shot open. It was all a dream. She was all a dream. This whole bullshit of her coming into my room and kissing her was all a dream. Are you fucking kidding me?

"What do you want?" I groaned, answering the person on the other side of the door.
"You have a friend here." Dan said from the other side of the door.
Ally. Fuck. I pushed my messy hair back with my hand and stuttered, "Give me a second to get dressed."
I moved from the bed to see the wet spot on the sheets. It was definitely a wet dream.

I hurried to fix the covers while I ran into the closet to grab a pair of joggers and a cut off tee. I ran to my bathroom to grab a hair tie and quickly put my hair up in a sloppy bun before I heard a knock on the door again.

"Come in!" I said to the person on the other side of the door.

They turned the handle and opened the door to see me walking out of the bathroom. It was Ally.

She ran over to hug me, "Mija! I missed you so much."
I wrapped her in a hug and smiled back at her, "I missed you too, mama. Oh wait. Did you already go see Mikey?"
Ally nodded with a smile, "Yeah. I talked to him for 30 minutes. Updating him on all things Fifth Harmony."
"I'm sure he enjoyed that." I replied honestly. He loves the girls. They're his daughters in a weird and almost cosmic way. Yet, we're all a family.
She nodded and crashed down on the opposite side I was sleeping on, "I'm so sleepy, Mija. Let's cuddle."
I crashed down beside her and wrapped my arms around her waist to bring her closer to me. I love Mama Sunshine snuggles.

"I want to hear all about you going insane after we take a short nap, ok mama?" Ally told me as her voice started growing more hoarse.
I nodded and smiled hearing the familiar voice fade away. My eyes were starting to get heavy too, but I was doing my best to fight the sandman. He always brings me the worst dreams.

"Mija, wake up. It's 11 in the afternoon. I wanna go to the Waffle House." Ally groaned pushing me away.
I opened my eyes and quickly wiped the sleep out, "Ugh, fine. I'll get into some shorts and a shirt. Give me like 10 minutes."