Narrator's POV
Camila opened her eyes and looked out of the window where the snow was softly falling. Camila did not have to turn around to check. She felt that Lauren was not next to her or in her bedroom. She turned around anyway and found a small bouquet in her bed. Camila reached out to touch the flowers, thinking of Lauren. She did not know when Lauren left and how Lauren got the fresh flowers. She snuggled against her pillow, missing Lauren's warmth when she recalled what they shared last night.
Camila took the flowers and inhaled the scent. She turned around to look at the snow still softly falling outside the window and was lost in her thoughts. She recalled how Lauren touched and kissed her last night. She recalled how Lauren made her moan and scream with pleasure last night. She never expected that she would have sex in her house on Christmas Eve when her mother was at home. Camila bit her lip, thinking of it. She did not make a loud sound as she did at Lauren's place, but she hoped her mother slept safe and sound and did not hear anything. It would be a memorable night for Camila.
The affection and the pleasure Lauren gave her undeniably made Camila feel pleased. Camila did not know she needed it much until she had it again. She did not know that she missed it much until Lauren touched her again. Camila would deny it. She loved it. She wanted it, and She needed it. It made her content, even though she was conflicted, thinking of their secret intimacy. It was not only a secret to Alexa but also to her mother. She could not imagine if both of them knew about it. Her mother would question further her relationship with Lauren, and Alexa would probably come at her if she found out about it.
It might be the greatest guilty pleasure for Camila. She enjoyed it, but she felt guilty before and after, but not in between when she was lost in the pleasure. She wanted to reject it, but she hardly could. Camila replayed what Lauren told her last night in her head. She didn't want to believe it but she trusted Lauren. She knew and felt that Lauren did not lie to her. Camila wondered what made Lauren keep her casual relationship with Alexa. She could not think of anything that made sense for her to do it. She also wondered why Alexa said Lauren was her fiancé. It must be not easy for Alexa. Thinking of it, Camila felt sorry for Alexa that Lauren did not want her back.
Thinking of everything made Camila feel sorry for Lauren, too, that she ignored and rejected Lauren. Camila imagined what if it was true that she was Lauren's Luna. She was Lauren's true mate like what Lauren told her and what Normani believed. Camila sighed, thinking it would be a disaster if it was true. Alexa would not accept it, and her mother would not approve of her relationship with Lauren. Camila sighed heavily, thinking why she had all of this to contemplate on Christmas morning, which should be joyful and peaceful.
"Camila!" Sinu called Camila from downstairs.
Camila looked at the time. It was almost nine in the morning. She usually had Christmas breakfast with her mother at seven to eight. Camila got out of her bed and opened the door before she told her mother.
"Yes, I will be downstairs soon." Camila got back to her room to take a quick shower and did her morning routine before she went downstairs to have breakfast with her mother.
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"Merry Christmas, Mommy!!!" Camila came downstairs and gave her mother a bear hug.
"Merry Christmas, Camilita!!!" The mother and daughter greeted each other cheerfully and hugged each other tightly.
"Did you sleep well, darling?" Sinu asked.
"Yeah." Camila took a seat. She was worried that her mother heard what she and Lauren did last night.
"You woke up early, didn't you? I heard a sound from your room when I woke up at seven." Sinu woke up later than usual because she was drunk, and it was a holiday anyway.
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Mean Werewolves
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