The Bet

37) Switcheroo

Camila's POV

The sun shining through my window woke me up the next morning. Remembering the eventful night before, I immediately rolled over to get a peak at my sleeping Angel.

  I was met with a glaring one.

  "Morning, Camila."

  Oh, she means business.

  "Good morning. How did you sleep?" I knew better than to try my usual pet names.

"Horribly," she frowned.

Liar. You slept like a rock.

"But now that we're both sober," she sat up and crawled out of bed, seeming relieved her clothes are still on.

Jesus, what kind of asshole does she take me for?

"Can I continue with what I came here to talk to you about?" She asked, arms crossed and hip popped.

  God, you're so hot. "Of course. You can talk to me about anything."

  "Perfect," she plopped down onto the bed by my feet, arms still crossed and guard still up. I took that as my cue to sit up and scoot closer so I could read her better, and possibly earn her trust back. "I'm still angry with you. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop feeling betrayed."

  I felt myself deflate at that.

  "You've held up your side of the bargain so far, and I just wanna make up and be the happy go lucky couple again, but I can't. I feel like you don't trust me."

  Tears started building in her eyes and it made waves of guilt crash against me harder than before. "Why would you think I don't trust you, my love?" Damn it, I let an endearment slip.

  "Because you didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth! If you thought I was trustworthy, you would have told me that you were in trouble."

  Thank god. Seems like she didn't mind. "I didn't tell you because I didn't want to lose you, Samira." I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you.

  "So you didn't trust me to stick around! You thought I'd bolt at the first sign of trouble?!"

  "Well, I certainly thought that's what you should do, Sam! You have a family, a life. I thought you'd be reasonable enough to see that I'm not worth —"

  I was cut off by a searing kiss. It was hot, passionate, and it warmed my heart, but left me confused once we separated.

  "Don't you dare talk like that," she reprimanded. "I may be angry at you, but I love you, and I am not in the business of abandoning people that I love."

  I held her hands to my chest and leveled with her while holding back tears of my own. "I know, dear. That's one of the many beautiful things about you, but I am in the business of putting the people I love in danger." I shook my head, not even sure where all of this is coming from, but knowing that it is true. "And the more that I think about it," tears began to fall, "the more I realize reeling you into this mess was a mistake, and I'm just putting you in danger by having you around," I cried.

  Samira looked on me with sad eyes, clutching the hand that is holding hers tightly, possibly as a final goodbye.

  "You're half right, Camila."

  I closed my eyes tight, ready for the goodbye.

  I hate goodbyes.

  "But this is where the trust comes in." A gentle hand wiped away my tears. "Being in your life has made things. . . Complicated, but it wasn't a mistake."