Breathe Easy

|19.| Lauren silver-tongue Jauregui

I was sipping from my second glass of wine, waiting for Camila to get back from the restroom. We were on our third date, a few weeks into the relationship. At this point in time, I could say that things were going quite well. This Friday, it was Camila's turn to take me out and choose the restaurant.

She ended up choosing this place, a nice classy restaurant downtown that I'd never been to. It was highly crowded, which wasn't my cup of tea, but they served wine and other alcoholic beverages, so I obliged.

Camila suddenly appeared at my side, placing her hand on my shoulder before taking her seat across from me. She was in a casual black and white dress that adorned her hips so well. I hadn't been able to take my eyes off her all night.

"You look so beautiful," I said, setting my glass down in front of me.

She smiled. "How many times have you said that tonight?"

"I don't know. Haven't been keeping count." I sat back in my seat and lifted my head in the air confidently. "You do, though. You look like such a princess."

Her face flushed as she glanced down at her lap. A smirk at the corner of her mouth, she said, "Yo soy tu princesa?"

I moistened my lips, fondly looking into those big brown eyes. "Por supuesto, mi amor."

Camila studied me with her mouth slightly ajar. "Me vuelves loca con esa mirada."

"I'm not quite sure how to phrase 'you're turning me on' in Spanish, I'm sorry I ruined our little moment."

She burst out laughing. I joined in on the laughter and reached forward to grab her thigh underneath the table.

Still giggling, she jumped and almost fell out of her chair. "How much wine have you had?" Camila questioned suspiciously, her eyes narrowing.

"Only one glass," I lied smoothly, and held my hands up in defense.

"Yeah, right. I see that I'm going to have to drive us home tonight."

"No, baby, I'm fine."

Camila leaned forward and pouted at me, fetching for my hand. She stroked over my knuckles gently with her fingertips and cocked her head to the side, giving me a look that I knew too well. "Could you not get drunk tonight, Laur?"

"Who said I was getting drunk? I've only had two glasses, I'm just trying to wind down a little. You should try it." I took a sly gander over her shoulder at the waiter who was making his way towards us.

I finished up the rest of my wine and held my glass out at him. "Would you mind pouring a little more for my lady?"

He happily did so, and Camila sighed with the shake of her head.

"Actually," I blurted out. "Just leave the whole damn bottle, please."

Chuckling, the waiter nodded and told us that our food would be out to us shortly. That was a delight to hear, because I was starving. Camila picked up the glass of wine and carefully took a small sip. She pinched her eyes shut and scrunched up her face in disgust.

"That is absolutely revolting."

I grinned. "Yeah, wine's an acquired taste, babe. Not all of it tastes the same though."

Camila shook her head no a thousand times and forced the glass into my hand. "No, I can't do that."

"I really need to get you drunk sometime. We'll do it one night, and I'll make sure it's on something good."

Her glare at the moment was burning a hole through me. "I'm not much of an alcohol person, Lauren, you know that."

"Yeah, and I wasn't much of a Grey's Anatomy person before I met you, but I am now," I jested.