Reason To Fight

Chapter 10

Camila’s POV

The minute the question slipped out through my lips, I regretted it immediately. It was in the stir of the moment; the feel of her breath uniting with mine, and the fire her hand lit on my knee. 

She took so long to respond, and it set my heart into avalanches. I could’ve sworn I was so close to pulling out a knife and stabbing myself right then and there. I wanted her to respond so badly, but I didn’t want her to respond either. What would her response even be? A slap in the face? A roll of her eyes? A long and torturous sigh before a lengthy speech claiming we’re just friends?

But her hand, the way she looked at me, and the energy stirring between our bodies and breaths. It was her lip biting, her blown up pupils that gave me hope. You’d think after all I’ve been through with her, I’d learn to quit hoping, to quit expecting. But right now, this was my last hope.

But then she finally spoke. She spoke softly and quietly, settling my nerves. “I’d probably kiss you back.”

Her response repeated in my head over and over again, before it finally struck. I froze. A collision of both relief and agitation clouted within me. My heart beat quicker than it already was – although for different reasons – and I never thought it was even possible.

Did I hear her correctly? Did she actually say ‘I’d probably slap you in the face’ and I just heard differently?

My concern is assured once her lips inch even closer to mine. Our lips are faintly touching, barely brushing against each other, until finally, Lauren closes her lips around my upper lip.

The soft lips that I had been longing for after all this time, was finally kissing mine. I sighed into her lips, as I felt my stomach scream, my chest ache, and my brain convulse into madness.

It was a gentle and soft kiss that seemed to last for forever, and I hoped it’d stay that way.

But eventually, her lips warmly, slowly and softly slipped off of mine. She glued her forehead to mine, and the sides of both our noses were still touching. Her hand caressed my cheek, and her green orbs beamed into mine. We were caught in a heated stare, and before we knew it, we practically pounced on each other. My arms flung around her neck, and hers dropped to my waist. Our lips were in a fiery battle, in heated rapture and ecstasy.

It was too surreal; I’m begging with all I have that this isn’t a dream. Please, God, don’t let this be a dream.

Her aggressive hands moved fervently on the small of my back as my fingers assertively dug into the depths of her hair.

My tongue licked her bottom lip, absorbing the sweet taste of her lips before her mouth invitingly opened. Our tongues at first massaged against the other, before they savaged one another.  

I was panting into her mouth when I heard it. It was soft, low, but I definitely heard it. A moan. She fucking moaned into my mouth, and the atmosphere had changed completely. My stomach churned, and I wanted to touch every inch of her body. I wanted to hear that moan over and over again, and I knew I would never get tired of it.

She leaned her body in, the pressure of her body gently pushing me to lie down on the couch. She settled herself in between my legs, and the feel of her body against mine set mine entirely on fire. I could feel her chest heaving and so was mine.

Her lips detached from my mouth before reattaching to my jaw line. She passed it quickly, but took her time kissing my neck. This time, I moaned to the tingling sensation.

I think the moan that came out of my mouth gave the same effect on her as hers did to me, because suddenly, her kisses were more aggressive, rough, and desperate. I let out a series of moans and whimpers the more I felt her lips against the warmth of my neck.