Cant't help falling in love (CAMREN)

CHAPTER 3

Camila pulled her keys out of her pocket and crammed the right one into the lock, fighting against it for a moment, having to force it open when the hinges refused to budge; it creaked as she pushed it open, and she locked it behind her once she was across the threshold. The cool air nipped at her skin, and she shivered slightly, immediately moving over to the thermostat in the short hallway, tapping at it.

It wasn't working, as usual.

Camila sighed and moved around her small apartment, turning lights on and straightening things out before moving into the kitchen to rummage through the cabinets. She pulled a mug out and a bag of tea, setting a pot of water onto the stove to boil after struggling to light a match with her cold fingers. The warmth from the fire was enough to keep her in place in front of the stove, grumbling to herself about speaking to the landlord to get the thermostat fixed because she was not going to go another night having to bundle herself up in blankets just so she could sleep comfortably. She longed for the balm of summer.

Once the water began to boil, she turned the fire off and carefully - very, very carefully - poured the water into her mug, setting it into the sink when it was empty. Someday she'd buy a kettle, but she'd never had the time to make much tea lately with having to study for finals, or the money to splurge on something like a kettle. But now she's done, and maybe she could scrape up a little to get a used one. She made her way into the living room, setting her mug down onto the coffee table, and moved to the turn table on the far wall. Rubbing her lip she flipped through her collection of vinyl's until she found the one she was looking for.

She smiled down at the record and set it up, gently placing the needle onto it before turning away and walking to the couch, picking her mug up off the coffee table along the way. She grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch as she sat down on it, pulling it around herself as she settled in. The gentle sounds of Elvis' voice filled the room, and Camila hummed softly as she pulled at the string on the teabag in her mug, moving it around before blowing at the hot liquid, taking a small sip to test the temperature.

It wasn't long before she finished the tea, her body warm and content as she set it back down on the coffee table and settled against the couch, closing her eyes and enjoying the music as it played throughout the room. Her thoughts drifted though. For a moment she swore that she could feel hands on her, and she jerked slightly, opening her eyes, but soon she settled back down. Her mind wandered to the previous events of the night, meeting Lauren, Lauren taking her to the diner, and everything afterward. Lauren's hands on her body, her lips on her own, and it was thrilling at the time; it had her pulse quickening, her breathing speeding up, and she wanted it again.