The Lie (Camren)

19 Ssweet-dispositionn

We are afraid to care too much,

for fear that the other person

does not care at all

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I care.

It fucking terrifies me how much I care

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Camila's POV

I was still holding the tiny paper in my hands, staring at it for what seemed like twenty minutes, inwardly battling about what should be my choice. There were so many reasons against giving in, but I knew it was my only chance to get closer to her.

That and only was enough for my body to act on its own. A yellow taxi pulled up when I raised my arm and in just fifteen minutes I was standing already out of a house.

I noticed that the lights were still on, but my first thoughts were that it was a joke since the house looked too modest for someone who makes a fortune. But then, I realised it was her urge to feel normal, that made her keep it simple and was relatable and understood. She had always been like that and I knew it better than anyone. This made me feel a bit closer to her and forget for a moment all the walls she put between us the last few months.

I climbed up the few stairs and stood on the porch like a fool, afraid to knock. My heart was beating like crazy and I knew if I got inside like that, she would be merciless.

'Either leave or stay. I can still go. Go back to my peaceful life where everything is calm and perfect, where she does not exist. But I don't want to live in a world where she doesn't exist.'

Those were my last thoughts before knocking on her door. Ringing the doorbell seemed too formal to me for some reason and I felt rather like sneaking into something illegal. 'Cheating should be illegal and I should be punished for my sins.'

The door opened almost immediately and her green eyes appeared. Her piercing gaze took my breath away. She took a step back and opened the door further. My steps were hesitant and I almost flinched when I heard the door behind me closing. I stood in the middle of the room and she was still standing on the door. I turned around to face her because I needed to see her face again from such a close distance.

As much as I wanted to enjoy the way her dark locks touched her beautiful face, my eyes focused on her voluptuous body. Her crop top left her stomach uncovered, making my mouth salivate at the view of her abs. Her linen long pants made her look elegant even if she was in her sleepwear.

When I met her face, I noticed she was checking me out as well. Minutes passed and we just exchanged stares. No one seemed willing to speak and the tension between us only grew. I didn't know why I was panting, it was probably due to my most perverted thoughts of her accompanied by tingles between my legs.

I couldn't take this any longer and I was the first to make a move. When my legs moved, hers did as well and we met somewhere in the middle, eliminating whatever distance existed between us. Literally, our bodies collided and became one, embracing each other desperately from wherever we got a handle and pushed closer if it was even possible.

Shivers passed through my entire body as soon as I felt her lips crashing on mine. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss and her tongue brushed against mine. Tasting her again was one of my wildest thoughts and if anyone said to me an hour before, I'd experience it again, I'd laugh at them and call them lunatics.