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

Chapter 10

The artist woke with a start, temporarily blinded by a light emanating from the kitchen. She sat up, patting the cold spot next to her and frowning. Y/n, after pulling on her boxer briefs, made her way towards the lighted room before pausing at the sound of faint humming. She peeked around the corner, heart nearly melting as she took in the scene in front of her.

Camila was flipping pancakes, only clad Y/n's t-shirt; the hem dangling past her knees. Y/n glanced over at the clock, shaking her head in amusement when she realized it was nearly eight-thirty in the morning. She came up behind the brunette quietly, chuckling when she felt the woman jump slightly as she wrapped her arms around Camila's waist.

"Banana and chocolate chip pancakes huh?" She said in an amused tone, gaze sweeping over a few scant chocolate chips and banana slices that hadn't quite made it into the batter.

Camila leaned her head back against the taller woman's chest, a content smile forming on her lips.

"Of course."

Y/n used one hand to take the spatula out of the brunette's hand, reaching forward to turn off the stove once she'd put the kitchen utensil down.

"What're you—"

Camila's words were cut off when Y/n spun her around, capturing her lips with her own. The woman sighed through her lips, forgetting whatever she was about to say and wrapping her arms around Y/n's neck.

"What was that for?" Camila asked breathlessly once Y/n had backed away momentarily.

"I missed you." Y/n stated simply."

"You're silly." Camila giggled, standing up on her tippy toes to kiss the tip of the taller woman's nose.

And with that, the Cuban turned around, flipping the stove back on and grabbing the spatula once again. Y/n stood behind her, resting her chin on Camila's shoulder and watched.

The artist wished she could've explained what she'd meant by her words. She'd missed the way that their limbs would unhurriedly intertwine themselves together on busy days. The way that she felt her heart call out a melody only the two of them could hear. The way that bad days never seemed to weigh as heavily on her mind the minute they'd met.

But perhaps she missed Camila in a way that only love could possibly understand.

A soft smile made its way to Y/n's lips as she turned to bury her face in Camila's hair, the artist pressing a kiss to the side of the Cuban woman's head. They stayed in that position for a few more minutes, both relishing the serenity. Y/n was only shaken from her thoughts when her phone buzzed on the island.

Shawn: Hey, I take it everything went well since I haven't heard from you since yesterday. Give me a call when you wake up.

Y/n grinned and told Camila she'd be right back. She made her way toward the back of the house and stared out at the garden listening to the sounds of the dial tone a couple of times before Shawn finally picked up, an excited edge to his voice as he greeted his friend.

"Y/n! How'd it go?! Tell me everything!"

"Good morning to you too, sunshine." The artist teased, leaning her naked torso against the sliding glass door. 

"What would you like to know?"

"Stop." Shawn groaned out and Y/n heard his body flop down on something soft, "What happened yesterday after Dinah and I left?"

Y/n chuckled before relaying the story, leaving out the more explicit details. She was more than aware of the lovesick smile splayed across her face during entirety of her monologue, biting down on her bottom lip to avoid the embarrassing girlish squeals that threatened to spill out.