House Of Cards

18. "They don't know about us."

"Shut off the alarm." I groaned into Camila's neck.

Camila was on her back while I laid half on her, my head in her neck and my arm over her waist. Our legs were tangled and the sheets pooled at our hips.

We both completely passed out after the events from last night but not before Camila got my underwear off, throwing them across the room, and refusing to lend me shorts. It was all in good fun but there was something about Camila and I rolling around in bed, her pinning me down, and on her knees above me that really turned me on. Suddenly, I became aware that I wasn't in underwear once more.

"Camila," I groaned, realizing she didn't answer.

"Sh," she mumbled.

"Camila, wake up and let me sit on your face." I said.

Her eyes opened immediately and I laughed at how much the roles had changed since yesterday when she referred to me as a horny teenager.

"Really?" She asked.

"No, you idiot." I responded, nuzzling my head even more into her neck. "Get your fucking alarm please."

Camila reached over, not compromising our position, and tapped her phone until she hit to the right button, silencing the noise.

"Ugh, now I'm awake." I groaned, not able to get comfortable again. "Wait, don't you need to get to work?"

"Don't you need to get to class?" She countered.

"I'm already late, so no." I responded already planning on just skipping this week entirely which is a horrible idea but all my teachers were sending me my work anyway and I did a lot of work in New Orleans.

"So then I'm not going to school." Camila responded.

"No, it's already nine you need to get going."

Camila huffed and puffed, but eventually she rolled out of bed. I tugged my shirt lower and reached for the blankets to at least cover me, waist down.

"Did you sleep well?" Camila asked, washing her face in the en suite, leaving the door open. I could see her back and little of her reflection in the mirror.

"Yeah, actually. Your bed is crazy comfortable." I responded, grabbing Camila's pillow to cuddle with.

"I hate living alone, so impromptu sleepovers are welcome. Just sleeping is welcome, too."

I chuckled a little at the last part. "Yeah, I'm worn out from last night. Plus we traveled."

"I know what you mean." Camila nodded, sticking a tooth brush in her mouth.

I laid in bed for about ten more minutes before it was my turn in the bathroom. I grabbed some clean clothes from my suitcase and changed quickly.

"Lo, what do you want for breakfast!?" Camila called out, assuming I was still changing. I made my way to the kitchen.

"No breakfast, I'm not hungry." I said, setting my stuff by the door. "Thank you, though."

"Can I drive you anywhere?" Camila asked.

"Nope, I'm heading out now so you can make it in time."

"Lauren, driving you won't make me late." She pressed.

"I know but the metro is across the street and I'm not even sure if I'm going home." I tried to brush her off.

"Where are you going with a suitcase?" Camila countered, smirking.

"Okay, you got me, but why would you drive me across the street? I'm serious, have a good day, okay?"

"Fine." Camila replied after a few moments. "I'll walk you out. You sure there isn't anything you want to take to go?"