Dimelo Papi | Zabdiel De Jesus

Chapter 70: Por Fin

Camila

"¿De que quieres hablar?" I ask Zabdiel as we both sit down on the sofa.

"De todo." Zabdiel says to me while looking into my eyes. I look away because it's hard to be mad at him when he's looking at me like that.

"A ver dime lo que me tienes que decir para apurar las cosas." I say in a cold tone.

"Te amo Camila, te amo como un loco y tú lo sabes! Muero por ti, vivo por ti! Eres la última cosa en mi mente cuando me voy a dormir y la primera cosa que pienso en las mañanas! Se que sueno cursi pero es verdad... Te amo y te necesito en mi vida de nuevo!" He basically shouts at me.

Why does Zabdiel have this affect on me? What he just told me touched my heart like he always manages to do and I feel like crying. I feel like telling him "Yo también te amo Zabdiel!" and kissing him passionately but I just can't do that.

"No creo que tu novia le gustaría escuchar lo que me acabas de decir." I say.

"¡Por favor, ella no es mi novia! Le pedí que actuara como si fuéramos algo solo para darte celos!" He confesses and I bite my lip to prevent me from smiling. Smiling would give it away that I'm glad that nothing went on between them.

"¿Como me pudiste hacer eso?" I push him. Even though it was fake, I still got extremely jealous.

"¡Lo sabía, te dieron celos en verme con otra!" He calls me out.

"Si y que?! ¡Me dieron celos! ¡Me hervía la sangre en verlos juntos! ¡Me daba rabia!" I shout in his face.

"Se que darían celos. Tú me amas así como yo te amo a ti!" He says while holding my face.

We are both full of anger and frustration. I push him not too hard and he presses his lips against mine. He's on top of me as we're both making out on the sofa. I bite his lip and pull his hair, whoever saw us right now would think we are insane.

"¡Ya, Zabdiel!" I push him off of me. "Ya hablamos so ya vete."

"No, no me voy a ir." He says.

"¿Como que no te vas a ir? Esta es mi casa y si yo quiero, te me largas de aquí."

"Te quiero enseñar algo." Zabdiel says and then pulls out some type of digital A/V adapter. He attaches it to his phone and then plugs it in the TV. He turns on the TV and I just stare at him confused.

An old video of Zabdiel and I starts on the tv and I instantly recognize it. It's a video we took on the Ferris wheel when we were 15 and I went to Puerto Rico and had just met him. I'm already feeling nostalgic.

"Aquí estoy con la hermosa de mi Camila. Dame un besito, mi amor?" Zabdiel had told me. In the video, I give him a small but passionate kiss. In the video I look so happy and infactuaded with him.

"Dímelo papi!" I mimicked his accent.

"Cami y Zabdi para siempre!" He said and kissed my hand and the video ends.

"Mira que felices somos cuando estamos juntos." Zabdiel says after we watched the video.

"Éramos felices." I remark.