thin walls (are calling me home)

Chapter 12

A/N: you guys are always asking for details/smut on the first chapter, so i thought i'd try to get over the awkwardness and write some for ya. hope you enjoy it!

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It was almost one in the afternoon by the time Camila finished gathering breakfast -the waffles, more Nutella fruit mix and orange juice - in a tray, ready to surprise her girlfriend in bed. She chuckled to herself at the thought, since half of it had been Lauren's doing, to surprise her.

Camila was humming quietly to herself, putting the bottle of juice back in the fridge to head to their bedroom, when a loud gasp caught her attention.

"Oh hell no."

Lauren's eyes were wide when Camila turned to face her, but they soon went back to normal as her eyebrows knit together and her bottom lip jutted out.

Camila's first instinct was to laugh at her cuteness, but she stopped herself when Lauren lowered her gaze to the ground. Worry flowed into Camila then, as she questioned if this was really about breakfast or maybe something more serious - maybe about the previous night.

Guilt for wanting to laugh filled Camila at the thought and she rushed forward to embrace her girlfriend.

"Hey, baby, what's wrong?" She asked in a soothing tone, as she ran her hands through Lauren's arms.

Said girl's cheeks were suddenly tinted in red as she raised her eyes only slightly and mumbled something incomprehensible, to which Camila only tilted her head.

Lauren sighed. "I can't believe I overslept, I wanted to surprise you."

Camila blinked as realization dawned in on her. Yes, this was about breakfast, thank God. But then again, if it was about that, then Lauren was such a dork. The sweetest dork to ever exist, the love of her life for sure, but still a dork.

"Aww, baby, it's okay. I loved it so much, you know how much I love waffles!" Camila exclaimed, tucking Lauren's stray strands of hair behind her ears before resting her hands on her girlfriend's cheek.

Lauren raised her own hands to place atop Camila's and tilted her head to the side, kissing her palm lightly. The brown eyed girl couldn't help the smile that took over her face and the way her stomach erupted with butterflies, which only got worse when Lauren continued speaking.

"I know, that's why I made them. But I didn't want to wake you up because you seemed tired when we slept and, well, yesterday was... intense."

Lauren averted her gaze, like she was afraid to see the effect of her words, but despite the pang on her chest, Camila was okay. She retreated one of her hands from under Lauren's and took off her glasses, placing them on the counter, before using her index finger to raise her girlfriend's chin. She leaned in and kissed her sweetly, softly, lovingly, trying to get through everything she was feeling at the moment.

"Hey, Lo." Camila started once they pulled back, only then opening her eyes to find warm green ones staring back at her. "I know yesterday was shitty and I'm not gonna lie, I've been better, but I'm okay. I was really afraid that this would ruin my mood or something like that, but I promise you the only thing on my mind right now is spending Valentine's Day with my incredible, amazing girlfriend. I don't wanna dwell on what happened." Camila finished, honestly.

"Like when I don't wanna dwell on whatever happened?" Lauren asked with a small smile, surprising Camila, but also making her chest get all warm and fuzzy.

This? This right now? This was so Lauren's way of admitting, once again, that she had trouble opening up and that she tended to dismiss her own feelings. It made Camila so incredibly proud that Lauren was acknowledging it that her chest warmed up and all she could do was chuckle and kiss her again, the hand on Lauren's chin travelling down to her waist, through which Camila pulled her closer until their bodies were firmly pressed against each other.