Together

Chapter 8

I slowly wake up, stirring around in the lumpy bed. I feel Camila wiggle beside me, sudden relief flooding through my veins at the fact that she is still here. I turn onto my side, gently running my fingertips over Camila's jawline. She crinkles her nose and some of her hair falls in front of her face.

"Good morning, Sunshine," I whisper, brushing the fallen hair out of her face. A smile appears on Camila's lips, and she leans her body into me.

"Hi, Lo." Camila mumbles into my shirt, wrapping her arms around my waist. I shift slightly and Camila moves her arms around my torso and wraps her legs around my waist.

"What are you doing?" I ask, laughing softly at the brunette's strange actions.

"Not letting you go." Camila lets out a childish giggle. I pull myself up, getting to my feet, Camila dangling off me. "I'm going to fall, Lo!" Camila frets, tightening her grip.

I chuckle softly, laying her down on the bed; her legs still wrapped around my waist. I place my arms beside her head, leaning down. Camila grins and I feel the same happiness reflect off my face. Camila is so beautiful, even when she wakes up and her hair is messy. Her eyes shimmer with joy and affection. I bend down to touch noses with her when she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Traitor!" I shout, standing upright again. I twirl around, a giggling Camila clinging to me. Her hips press against my stomach and I hold on to her lower thighs.

"I'm going to fall!" Camila squeals, burying her face into my neck, pressing our bodies together completely.

I laugh, an ear to ear smile on my face. I spin in circles, and with each turn, Camila tightens her grasp. I move my hands to around her back, so she doesn't slip out. I can hear her endless giggling and it fills my heart with overwhelming glee. I twirl over to our bed, throwing myself onto it. Camila lets out a scream as we hit the bed, but she soon continues to giggle.

"I'm exhausted." Camila complains playfully, detaching herself from my body. She wiggles slightly, laying her head on my stomach.

"You did nothing." I retort, crinkling my nose with amusement.

Camila lifts herself onto her elbow, gazing into my eyes. "That's not true," she says, a smile tugging at her lips. "I held on, which is more than Jack did."

"Be serious, Camz," I chuckle, seconds later realizing I used Camila's nickname for the first time in five years. Her chocolate eyes widen in shock, her lips gaping slightly. But she quickly shakes it off and beams at me.

"Never," Camila protests, rolling onto her back. "When have I ever been serious?"

"Hey," I nudge the smaller girl, causing her to look my way. "I've seen you be serious before." I raise an eyebrow and wink before adding, "it's kind of hot."

I stand up from the bed as Camila rolls around to her stomach, propping her head in her hands. Her elbow slips and she tumbles off the bed, landing on her back. She shakes slightly and sits up, brushing hair out her face. "Me? Hot?" She asks, but I ignore her, smiling as I do so, and walk over to the bathroom.

I scan the room for our suitcases, but then, with a sinking feeling, I remember that I didn't pack one. I sigh, causing Camila to jump to her feet and appear at my side. I feel my hand on my shoulder, I turn to face her.

"What's up, Lo?" Camila asks, her tone filled with sudden concern.

"I didn't pack a suitcase of clothes." I confess, gazing into Camila's brown eyes.

"But I did!" Camila grins, jumping around slightly. "It's still in the car. You can wear my clothes. Let's go get it." She opens the door but I pull her back into the room.