Write Me A Love Story

13: ❤️️

[Reece's POV]

I followed her up the steps and into her apartment. Franny excitedly greeted me as soon as I was in the kitchen, and when the door closed and locked behind us, her tiny paws jumped up on my knee. I grinned as I scratched the back of her ear. "Well, Miss Franny is happy to see me."

"She missed you too, it seems." Camila smiled as she placed her to-go bag in the fridge, then stepped into the living room only to return three minutes later without her pink hoodie, now wearing only a slim white tee with her leggings, and her laptop in her hands. She smiled as she turned the open screen to me. "And my story did, too."

"Oh yeah?" I chuckled as I played with my chain before taking her computer from her and making myself comfortable on her couch. My finger pressed down on the mouse pad below the keys. "You did write a lot more," I said as I read a few lines, then stopped. "Oh, I see, they're taking a break."

Camila giggled and relaxed beside me. She pulled her legs up and under her, her toes wiggling inside her teal socks. This comfy look is so damn adorable, it hurts. "Just like we took a break." Her eyes brightened as she peered at me. "Maybe tonight was a little inspiration."

I gave her a nod as I returned to the story and continued reading.

"I stood behind Enzo and passed my hands over his shoulders. He was tense. He had every right to be. He had destroyed two androids by himself. I couldn't help him then, but now I could. I would stay at his side. As he sat down in this computer room, tired, seemingly defeated, I thought the reminder of not being alone could ease him. Just a little bit."

I cocked a brow before I looked back at Camila. "Question."

She smiled at me as she hugged one knee. "Yes?"

With my hand on the keyboard, I leaned in close. "You stopped here, right where they could take their break, right?"

She pulled her bottom lip between her lips and nodded.

"How deep will the romance go?" I asked. "It's a perfect scene for them to—"

Camila reddened and looked ahead. Her cheeks clenched. Her fingers played with the fabric of her socks. I chuckled. "Not every story needs those scenes," I said. "It was just a suggestion. The bond between Cari and Enzo is obvious."

"I'd like to," she said, so quietly, I barely heard her.

My brows knitted. "You want them to go there?" I pointed at the laptop's screen. "In this scene?"

Her blush was obvious. The tint of her cheekbones slid deep pink over light brown skin, it was alluring. I couldn't help but move closer. "I'm just shy, you know." She passed her hands over her face and up into her hair. "Sometimes I feel like these scenes need experience or motivation or written by someone who isn't an introverted turtle in a shell."

I laughed. "An introverted turtle?" Her hands dropped back to her face, but I pulled one away to look into her eyes. Curiously, I dipped my head. "Did someone tell you that?"

"No." She sighed.

"Let's get the romance out the way, hm?" I gestured to her laptop. "You've got this futuristic apocalypse with androids and cyborgs destroying the world. Do you have that experience?"

"No," she laughed, "I just believe it can be a possible future and it's awful but, you know." She bit her lip. "With the way technology advances, the idea of them getting so advanced and deeming us expendable is probable."

"True words." I placed her laptop on the coffee table in front of me, never taking my eyes off hers. "Pretend we are the characters—"

Camila tensed immediately. She straightened and turned so she sat cross-legged. Her fingers twiddled nervously.