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

Chapter 11

The air was filled with the smell of freshly bloomed flowers and a gentle breeze ruffled the leaves on a nearby bush as Y/n rounded the corner. The unpaved trail felt smooth beneath her feet, fine sand and silt crunching beneath the rubber soles of her tennis shoes.

The sun peeked through branches, casting pillars of golden light onto the greenery and rocks below. Y/n breathed deeply as she jogged past a worn wooden arrow staked into the ground and pointing towards a clearing in the trees.

She finally came to a stop at the edge of a cliff overlooking the city of Miami below and bent down, resting her palms against her knees as she fought to catch her breath.

Her lungs burned slightly from the altitude change, but she ignored that for now; choosing instead straighten and walk closer to the edge. Y/n took in the view and pulled out one of her earbuds so that she could enjoy the sounds of nature surrounding her.

Birds chirped and the wind whistled through the clearing. She paused when she heard the distant snap of twigs deeper within the forest, signaling the approach of other hikers or runners.

The peace hadn't lasted as long as she would have hoped.

She could only really make out the tops of skyscrapers, glass shimmering in the midday sun. Y/n shoved her earbud back into her ear when she heard footsteps approaching, turning to walk away from the clearing and head back down on an alternate path that she had found.

The likelihood she would be recognized here had increased dramatically once the singer had been photographed running along the same route earlier that week by paparazzi.

Camila had gone with her family to the beach and left Y/n alone at the house, with the taller woman encouraging the brunette to go alone despite Camila's hesitance.

That being said, the past week had felt like their old life once again. A domestic existence full of mundane tasks like grocery shopping, cooking, and house chores.

But Y/n had loved every moment of it.

Shawn had returned home the previous weekend, only a couple of days after arriving, because he needed to meet with multiple wedding vendors with his fiancee.

Y/n had hugged and thanked him, promising to call once she returned to Los Angeles so they could indulge in another Chinese food and movie night. Dinah, on the other hand, had been over almost every morning to inhale the chocolate chip-banana pancakes Camila made before going home.

Y/n threw up the hood on her sleeveless workout shirt up and slipped a pair of sunglasses on to hopefully conceal her face and jogged back towards the parking lot. She finally reached the rented black SUV half an hour later and slid onto the black leather seats; flinching at the sting of their warmth.

The singer plugged her phone in, playing a random playlist as she carefully pulled onto the main road.

The soothing sounds of the Beatles emanated from the speakers as the surroundings morphed from forests and cliff faces to glass towers and bustling sidewalks. Y/n rolled the driver's side window down and rested her forearm on top, tapping her fingers to the beat of the song.

She finally pulled into the driveway leading up to Camila's house and parked, shutting off the engine and grabbing her workout towel from the passenger's side. She noticed a familiar silver jeep parked in the driveway, rolling her eyes in amusement at the sight of Dinah's car. Of course, the Polynesian was back.

Y/n was only half way out of the car when she heard the front door open and slam closed before a small body crashed into hers, making her stumble slightly.