Just For Tonight

Chapter - 4

I climbed through the guest bedroom's window, my feet landing onto the safety of hardwood floor.

There was no sight of Camila.

I slipped my shoes off and set it next to the window. For some odd reason, Camila had some crazy obsession about shoes not being allowed on a bed and I had respected that ever since she first mentioned it to me.

"I know that. Yes, my parents have wanted to have this dinner for months, Austin. I can't keep cancelling. They'll start questioning things." The sound of the shorter girl's stunning voice reached my ears and I watched as she walked into the room with a frown on her face. She looked surprised to see me there and was quick to turn away from me, "Listen, I can't do this right now. I have work to do and so do you. I'll see you tomorrow night."

Without another word, she hung up the phone and ran a hand through her hair.

I fumbled with my fingers and cleared my throat, "I can-" I thumbed behind my back awkwardly, "I can leave, if you need me to."

"I didn't ask you to come over in the first place. What are you doing here?" She turned around and finally met my anxious emerald hues.

"You've been avoiding me." I stated, my voice wavering from my nerves. "It's been two weeks and you haven't texted me and you haven't called..." I trailed off, taking a few steps toward her. "Did I do something wrong?"

Camila laughed humourlessly and turned, her back facing me once more. I could see her face through the vanity mirror in the room. She was wearing that smirk she only wore when she was about to insult me. "Aw, Lo! You say that as if I thought of you these past two weeks."

My mouth formed a thin line and I ran a hand through my jet-black hair. "Maybe it was wrong of me to assume that you would. I mean, why would you? You're happily married." I tried hard not to let the malice in my voice show, but when Camila let out another girlish laugh I knew that she recognized it.

A loud snapping noise sounded then. I watched as the petite Latina a few feet away from me began to apply moisturizer onto her arms, rubbing it in with her hands.

"So," She started, moving around the room so she was sat on the guest bed. Our bed. "Did you get rid of that slut?"

Cassidy.

I haven't thought about her in almost two weeks. The last time I saw or spoke to her, was when she left my apartment, not even five minutes after Camila did the night after our one night stand. She dropped a kiss on my cheek, handed me a piece of paper with her number on it and then left without another word.

I'm not even sure if I still had her number. I'd have to ask Normani if she saw it lying around my room somewhere. Mani was a bit of a neat freak and would clean my bedroom when I wasn't bothered with tidying it up and making it actually look like a bedroom and not a room with dirty clothes as a floor.

"I haven't seen her since the morning after we-" I scratched the top of my brow with my thumb and uncomfortably rocked on the soles of my feet. "-had sex." I finished lamely.

Camila hummed and leaned upward, grabbing me by the collar of my leather jacket. She pulled the materiel down my arms and examined my neck with a look of interest on her face. "The marks seem to be fading." She stated, her index finger running down a particularly familiar scar I had at the side of my neck. "Hm, do you remember how you got this, LoLo?" She giggled, sexily biting and suckling on her lower lip.

Of course I remembered how I got that scar. But I wasn't about to give Camila the satisfaction of knowing just how well I remembered getting it. "I don't know. Maybe Cassidy gave it to me." I moved her hand away from my neck and held it in my own.