Don't Forget To Breathe

Chapter 18

The woman stayed standing firmly at the top of her car that was stopped in traffic. It was written on her face that she was beginning to lose hope but she gave it one more shot since her first few attempts were futile.

As she placed her hands on top of her stomach, my eyes glanced down from the television screen down to Camila who was sitting with her back pressed on my front as her head was resting on my shoulder.

"You're a wanker number nine!" the woman from the tv shouted.

Camila released a soft "Aww" which made me smile

I could tell the woman enveloped in my arms was trying her best not to cry but the tears brimming in her eyes as the two women ran towards each other in the middle of traffic weren't going to stay there for long.

Instead of pointing out her tears I decided to tighten my hold on her ever so slightly, for no other reason than to remind her that I'm here.

When I woke up I found Camila was already awake but I could tell she hadn't been for long. She was still lying beside me with her eyes halfway closed as she let out an incoherent mumble that I deciphered to be her asking for clothes.

I pointed her towards the direction of the pajamas I had taken out for her the night before and she got dressed. On the other hand, I stayed in my underwear since I was more comfortable that way and without much debate, we decided to stay in the bedroom and put on a movie.

In the back of my mind, I wondered why this felt so natural. It was almost as if we had woken up undressed beside one another a thousand times before, though that certainly wasn't the case. But most importantly it was like we knew it wouldn't be the last time we woke up this way.

Within minutes the movie Imagine Me & You was placed on my screen and we settled in this position to watch it.

I had made a comment about how I couldn't believe she hadn't seen it which made her reply with a snarky remark about how her wifi connection behind the dumpster wasn't good for Netflix.

As the credits began to roll a silence filled the room as we both collided with the realization that we would have to go out and confront the real world at some point.

Camila's head turned back towards me as she sighed

"So what do you want to do?" she asked.

This questions carried a lot of meaning behind it

I wasn't sure if she meant what I wanted to do right now, or what I wanted to do about us? Because I'd be stupid to lie and say that I wasn't in love with the woman looking up at me right now, but at the same time I just got out of a relationship and I don't want her to get the wrong impression of me.

"I think I should start with getting dressed" I offered

She gave me a smile and nodded getting up from the bed.

Within a few minutes we were both in the kitchen accompanied by Dinah, who was very clearly hungover, and Normani, on the contrary, who looked like she had gotten the best sleep of her life.

"Someone needs to learn how to manage their alcohol" the model jested as Dinah shot her a menacing look.

"Shut up Kordei" she spat as I handed her a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

A knock on the door made Camila and I share a questioning look as she headed towards the door. I handed Normani a cup of coffee in the meantime and decided to make small talk about how she slept.

"Dinah is a great cuddle buddy" she mentioned "Impossible to wake up, though" she added.

It was a cute remark but I had a hard time believing that cuddling was all they did.