stubborn love [c.l]

11.

sorry if there are some grammatical errors, as I said, English is not my first language, enjoy and comment if you want another chapter xx 🌷

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"I hope for you that it's a great party." Camila looked at him with angry eyes.

"You'll see." Shawn reassured her keeping his eyes on the road.

"I hope so." The Latina repeated, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"Something happened?" He asked.

"No" Camila said dry without even looking at him.

Shawn giggled.

"Nothing happened." She repeated in a hard voice.

"Say it with more confidence, maybe you can convince yourself."

"Nothing happened." She repeated again "What's the damn problem?"

Shawn didn't answer and drove in silence, Camila however didn't stop for a second to look out the window, frantically moving her legs, alternating to several verses of disapproval. She was really irritated, she had that state of mind for a few days, from the damn afternoon in the library and from what she had failed to do. It seemed that the world had turned against her, the first time it had been Lauren's sister and this time the stupid librarian.

They were one step away from happiness, she could still perceive clearly the green eyed hands in her femininity, she could still savor the taste of her kisses, she could still hear the soft moans and the words she had whispered in her ear. No one had spoken to her that way, nobody had excited her with small phrases or verses.

She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to control herself, but the images began to overwhelm her.

'I've never felt anyone so wet for me.'

'You're hot as hell.'

'I want to taste you.'

"This is madness." She murmured softly, instinctively closing her legs.

"What?" Shawn asked, turning his head.

"Nothing."

The thought of having that wonderful mouth between her thighs, had made her melt like butter.

That infernal librarian had the worst timing in the world, disrupting that little taste of heaven. Immediately the new cheerleader separated from her, she gathered her things and went away, leaving her hot, sweaty and terribly unhappy.

"Why are you so angry with the librarian?" Her friend asked.

"Huh?"

"You just swore softly against the small and harmless old lady."

"Sure! harmless." Camila said contemptuously "Harmless is definitely a word that does not suit her."

"What did she do that was so bad?"

"Lets say that she interrupted a conversation that was about to arrive at the peak." She explained quickly.

"Ahh that kind of talk!" He exclaimed giggling "Well done my Camilita."

The Latina looked at him silencing him instantly.

"We're here."

The Latina looked at the half ruined building in front of them and raised an eyebrow, "What kind of place is this?" She asked.

But the friend did not hear her, he was already out of the car and ran to open the door for her, gave his hand and helped her out.

"This is not a palace, it is a shack."