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Camila's POV

Taylor hasn't spoken to me all day. When she does speak to me it's blunt and vague. Did I do something wrong.

We were at an art gallery right now. "Taylor did I do something wrong?" I asked her as I played with my hands nervously. "You didn't do anything" she said bluntly. Ouch that hurt.I kept quiet as I looked at the art pieces. I walked away from Taylor and started looking at random paintings. After the art gallery we went to dinner.

Even at dinner she was blunt and vague with her replies. I can't even do this anymore. We went back to the hotel. I went into the hotel room after Taylor. "Taylor what did I do wrong?" I asked her as I closed the door behind me.

"You did nothing ok" Taylor said as she threw her jacket on one of the chairs in the room. "I must have done something" I said which must have made her frustrated. "Nothing, nothing! Ok!" She raised her voice making me visibly flinch.

"I... I'm sorry" she said calming down. She sighed and came towards me but I backed away very quickly. "Why did you act like the kiss didn't happen!" I yelled at her. "I...I don't know ok!" Taylor yelled making me go silent.

"I like you Taylor and I hate that you're giving me mixed signals" I said making her sigh. "Why do you do that stuff to me. Please tell me" I said softly. I sat on the side of the bed. She came towards me. "I like you a lot ok cam and I just don't know how to express it properly" she said as she kneeled down in between my legs.

She held my hands and kissed them. "Baby I'm so sorry" Taylor said softly. "I like you a lot ok" she said as she started rubbing my thighs. "Do you forgive me" she said looking up at me. Those damn eyes.

"Yes I forgive you" I said making her stand up and lean in to kiss me. Our mouths moved in sync. The kiss was so gentle. She was so gentle with me like I would break or if I was made of glass. I love it. Her hand wrapped around my neck but not too tightly.

I moaned into the kiss. Taylor slipped her tongue into my mouth. Her tongue devoured every inch of my mouth. She tasted like mint and coffee.

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