Growing Love - Camren

Chapter 9

Lauren's POV

The movie was almost done and I looked over to see Camila had already fallen asleep. Her feet were kicked up onto the couch and her head lay on my shoulder. I could hear her heavy breathing and saw her chest rising and falling slowly and steadily. 

I laughed softly as I just looked at her, she looked so peaceful and happy. I couldn't leave her here, I thought. Once the fireplace burns out, which it almost has, she'll get cold in the night. 

I carefully moved my body forward so I could reach the TV remote on the table in front of us. I stopped the movie and turned off the TV since I was watching it for her anyways, I'd seen it multiple times before.  I found it funny she wanted to watch the emotional movies yet couldn't stay awake for it. 

I took one last look at her nestled up body to see how exactly I was going to move her. I slowly pulled the blanket off of myself and the one she had on her. I then turned my body slightly so that my arms could reach under her body but her head was still resting on my shoulder. I took a tight grip on her outer thigh and back with both of my arms snaked under her body for support. 

I began to lift her up gently as if she'd break if I went too fast. I just didn't want to wake her up, I'm sure she's really tired since it was kind of her first day working today. As I took steps further and further away from the couch, I made my way towards the staircase. 

My heart instantly stopped when I heard a loud squeaky sound coming from the ground. I jumped back scared but still gentle only to realize I had stepped on one of Tucker's squeaker toys he liked so much. I looked down at Camila scared she had woken up now obviously. 

But she hadn't, she just absentmindedly nestled further into my chest and buried her face in my hair. Wow, that was a lose one. I pushed the toy to the side with my foot and began to make my way up the stairs once again, careful of my where I step this time. 

Once I made it to the top, I took Camila into her room and looked around to see she had set up some things around the room already. A little lamp on the bedside table, a small fuzzy yellow rug by the side of the bed, and some picture frames set up around the tables. 

I looked back down at her still mostly nestled into my body and swore she was smirking a bit as it was evident on her face. She must be having a good dream. Her smile made me feel good, I don't really know why exactly or how to explain it but she just had that type of smile that was contagious, that you can't stay mad at. 

I laid her carefully down on her bed, immediately chilling by the loss of her warmth against my body. I just realized how cold it was. Even though it was early summer, the nights still got cold which sucked because I always hated the cold. 

I pulled the covers over her shaking body. Something was different now though, I noticed. That smirk was gone, the one she had just a second ago. I guess she wasn't having a good dream anymore. 

Before I was about to leave, I noticed a small journal by the table lamp which was still on. Maybe it was a diary or something, I wondered. Whatever it was I can't go through her stuff, I have respect for people's privacy. But I do wonder slightly what it contained as it must be special by the pages noticeably marked and her name written in cursive on the front cover, looking as though she'd had it for a while now. 

I decided to give up since it really was none of my business and leave before she woke up or something. I switched off the lights and took one last look behind my shoulder at the small figure laying in the moonlight. I smiled a bit one last time and walked out. 

As I made my way back to my room, the thoughts started flooding in again, like they normally do. 

What if she knows you saw her last night?