Don't Go Yet (Camila/You)| Book 2

Chapter 8

Y/n couldn't help but stare at the woman in front of her that seemed so familiar, yet so different. The torrent of emotions currently swirling around her stomach threatened to knock her off her feet, but she forced herself to stand tall; trying her best to look composed.

Camila still hadn't said a word, her gaze having moved down for a millisecond to the small bouquet extended towards her before returning to the artist's face. Though Y/n tried her best, the brunette's expression was nearly unreadable. She swallowed hard as she studied the chocolate orbs filled with flecks of confusion and surprise.

Underneath it all, Y/n was taken aback to see a flash of joy break through Camila's features before it quickly disappeared and was once again replaced by a guarded film once again.

But that fleeting moment alone caused hope to bloom within Y/n chest; a hope at the mere thought of Camila being happy to see her. It also made her aware internally that even the simple gesture of not having the door slammed in her face made the trip completely worth it. Y/n waited patiently for the other woman to break the silence, too afraid to utter a single syllable.

"What are you doing here?"

Camila's words seemed genuine despite the crudeness of her words, the warm, raspy tone sending shivers down Y/n's spine. A shy smile had spread across the Cuban artist's face as she spoke, breaking any reserve the artist had prior to this.

"Hi." Y/n breathed out, "I'm sorry for showing up unannounced...I...uh..." Her voice trailed off and she gestured to the flowers in her hand again, "I saw these and remembered that they're your favorite."

Camila's smile only widened as she gingerly took ahold of the paper wrapped sunflowers; though her actions seemed timid. She stroked one of the delicate yellow petals lightly, glancing up at Y/n and cocking her head slightly.

"You remembered?"

"How could I forget?" Y/n responded softly without hesitation.

Her sentiment hadn't been wasted on Camila who promptly ducked her head, not being able to hold eye contact with the taller woman. Y/n couldn't help the smile that spread across her own face when she caught a glimpse of the brunette's red face and shy smile.

"You made me make two illegal U-turns in the middle of Los Angeles traffic to buy some from a street vendor that one time after that meeting, remember?" She snorted, remembering the way that Camila had excitedly shook her shoulder and hopped up and down in her seat until Y/n had agreed to turn around all those years prior.

"How can I help you, Y/n?" Camila lifted a perfectly manicured eyebrow in amusement, cradling the flowers in one arm as she pushed some baby hairs off her forehead with her free hand.

"I wanted to talk." Y/n managed a weak smile, trying not to cringe internally. It was only then did she realize the complete absurdity of her actions.

"I was in town." She added, hoping that her minuscule white lie would stop the brunette from feeling any more unnecessary pressure or awkwardness from her unexpected arrival.

Camila nodded, the amused smile still on her face as she moved off to the side of the open door.

"Come in."

Y/n nodded, pushing her body off the doorframe eagerly and heading into the Spanish style villa.

The interior reminded her a lot of Camila's old home in Los Angeles, much of the same decor dotting the different rooms of the home as they made their way towards what she presumed to be the living room.

The artist soon found herself seated alone on a large plush white couch with a mug of steaming coffee cradled in her hands. Camila had hurried off in the opposite direction down the long dark hall promising to be back in a few minutes after she'd changed out of her bathing suit.