Falling is the easy part (Camren)

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Lauren:

It's been 9 days. The most surreal nine days of my life. A weird nine days. A fun nine days but it's left a kinda funny after taste. I know that's a strange way to describe a period of time but that's what it feels like. Weird. And I'm sure whether it's weird in a good way or a bad way.

It's been like a whirlwind.

A whirlwind of sex and sneaking around.

Camila's housemates have all gone home for Easter break and she was like a completely different person all of a sudden. Sending me cheeky texts asking if she could come over and see me. Of course I would always say yes. I mean why wouldn't I? She's the most gorgeous girl in the world, how could I possibly say no to those sad brown eyes and beautiful smile?

She'd turn up at the flat and we'd flirt. A lot. And then we'd kiss. A lot. And then we'd end up in bed driving each other insane all over again. And again. Let's just say she was certainly getting used to the whole sex with a girl thing. The sex just kept getting better and better and, fuck, she's like an animal or something. A beautiful, sexy, adorable animal. Incredible. Just fucking incredible.

But here's where it gets weird.

She hasn't stayed the night. Not once. Just as I'm falling asleep she'll get up, get dressed, and tell me she's got an early training session. Even on Saturday night. Surely no-one goes swimming at 6am on a Sunday morning do they? I'm not sure whether to believe her or not. Not sure whether she's just making her excuses or whatever. She says she doesn't want to have to wake me up that early in the morning and I suppose I can see her point. But to be honest, if it means her spending one night with me, in my bed, I don't mind.

God I'm going soft ain't I? That's what she's doing to me. Making me all soft. I can't help it, I just wanna cuddle her and hold her and put a smile on her face. Is that so bad? Me wanting to be nice? Nah I didn't think so either. I just wanna look after her and, I dunno, be there for her and that.

Which brings me to my next problem. She still ain't exactly told me anything about herself. Not really. She's mentioned her swimming, which she seems really passionate about by the way, and she's studying sport and exercise science, which I guess fits. And she talks about her housemates. That's about it. I don't wanna push her or anything, but still, that's a bit weird right. No mention of her family or where she's from or anything about her life away from uni. It's scary. And I get the impression there's a reason why, you know something holding her back, something she doesn't want to talk about. I can see it in those sad brown eyes when I talk about my own family. But I don't know what it is.

She's still a bit of an enigma really.

Now back to the present. I haven't heard from her all day. Nothing. No cheeky texts, no asking to see me, no telling me she's on her way to fuck my brains out. Nothing. It's not that I've just been sat waiting for her to text. No. Not at all.

Alright maybe I have. Jay thinks I've gone mad. Keeps grinning at me over his Coco Pops every morning and wiggling his eyebrows, then tells me I'm obviously smitten and laughs when I get all excited when my phone goes off. But today, I've just been staring at it, willing it to go off. Waiting not so patiently for her flirty message telling me she's horny and wants to see me. But nothings come through. I keep picking my phone up to check it's not broken or anything, which just results in more chuckles and raised eyebrows from my ever so lovely best friend. Notice the sarcasm?

It's dark outside. She's normally here by now. Flirting and kissing. I miss the kissing. I miss her. We should be well on our way to getting naked right about now.

I looked up from my phone to see Jay sauntering through the living room buttoning up his shirt and singing along to Baby Bird's 'Because You're Gorgeous'. He laughed when he saw me clutching my phone again.