thin walls (are calling me home)

Chapter 2

"Lauren, have you seen my contacts case?"

"I think I saw it on your nightstand drawer? Try there."

Camila walked out of the bathroom and into her room, almost running into her girlfriend while doing so. Lauren let out a "woah there" and chuckled before walking around the brunette and into the bathroom to do whatever it was she had to do there in the first place. Camila didn't laugh, though. Blame her nerves, but she was almost desperate as she walked around the house getting ready to go out.

It had been a week since they had had that conversation about moving in together but despite Lauren seeming very excited about it, they hadn't made any more moves towards it.

(Camila knew she shouldn't feel guilty about the situation, but how could she not when she also knew it was mostly due to her busy schedule?)

The truth was that with that commitment, the question of when Camila would meet Lauren's parents was raised. They had been dating for a while now and the green eyed girl had been thrilled when the younger one brought it up, saying she had a free Sunday in which they could have lunch with the Jaureguis.

Which lead them here, to an overly excited Lauren and an almost hectic Camila – she was pretty sure the only time she'd ever been this nervous about meeting someone had been at the auditions for her play, and that was saying something.

So as she reached her nightstand and found her contacts case, she huffed in exasperation and sat down on the bed to breathe for a minute. Lauren, who had been applying light makeup on the bathroom, noticed this and made a beeline for Camila with a warm smile on her face.

"Stop worrying." Lauren said once she reached her. Standing in between her legs, the dark haired girl cupped her girlfriend's cheeks and Camila leaned into the touch, allowing herself to close her eyes for a second. "They'll love you, I'm sure of it. They already do and you know it."

Camila smiled at that, finally opening her eyes to meet sparkling green ones. "Well, that's only because I'm your first girlfriend in years."

Lauren retreated her hand and her body, faking annoyance, but the tiny smile that threatened to take over her face betrayed her. "Low blow, Cabello. It's not my fault you're the first one to reach my standards since high school."

Lauren's voice grew soft at the last sentence, and though her tone remained playful, Camila felt heart palpitations at the sweet compliment from her girlfriend. Her girlfriend. Sometimes Camila still couldn't believe that after all the lame attempts at relationships and poor excuses for boyfriends and girlfriends she'd had over the last few years, she finally had someone she knew cared deeply for her. Sometimes Camila had to make sure Lauren was real and not just some product of her mind.

Most of the time the brunette did that by kissing her.

So when Camila got up and turned Lauren's pretend-annoyed figure around by the waist, pulling her close, the young cop didn't hesitate to meet her lips on a quick but heated kiss.

Camila could already feel some of her nerves vanishing and she knew she had her girlfriend to thank for it. Pulling back and opening her eyes, she was met with nothing short of pure affection and she hoped her own eyes showed everything her heart felt and wasn't ready to say just yet.

"You're right, I have nothing to worry about. What's not to like about me anyway?"

Lauren's head fell back in laughter after that, and Camila couldn't stop the grin that widened across her face. Her grip on Lauren's waist tightened as her laughter died down and she stole another quick kiss, into which she felt more than heard the older girl murmur "you dork".