I have a secret (Camren)

Swag swimming (24)

NOTE: For a better reading, during the chapter listen to "Count On Me" by Bruno Mars :)

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I took a deep breath and felt tickles in my lower back, and then I felt nails scratching my waist superficially, which made me grumble softly. My shirt was lifted a little and a trail of kisses was left there, I could feel all the hairs on my body stand on end.

"You smell so good..." Camila's hoarse voice sounded in the quiet room.

The inside of Camila's thigh brushed against my ass, and I smiled, feeling the weight of her body over mine. And then she brushed her nose against my ear, and I smiled again.

"I'm sorry I woke you up... You were sleeping so peacefully..." She said softly.

"It's okay." I whispered, feeling Camila stroke my arm. "I don't mind being woken up like this." I said, and she laughed close to my ear, making me smile even more wider.

"I wish we could stay like this all day, but we have to get ready to go to my sister's swimming competition." She said, and I opened my eyes.

"Of course. How much time do I have to get ready?" I asked, rubbing my eyes.

"We have two hours." She said, and I nodded my head. "And now I'm going to get off you..." I laughed, and Camila rolled to the side.

If I wasn't awake before, I woke up when Camila rolled to my side. She was only wearing a set of purple underwear. I took a deep breath to control myself... That soft skin being covered only by those tiny pieces of cloth...

I looked to the other side and thought about Dinah sweating. Ew ew ew!

I got up from the bed and noticed her gaze following me. I entered Camila's bathroom and then took off the pajamas I was wearing, which I folded and left on the sink. I got into the shower-box and turned it on to take a hot shower.

During our dinner last night, I discovered a few more things about Camila. She talked a lot about her family, too much. She talked about her life in high school, and much more. It was nice, and I felt at ease and happy to see that she trusted me so much to the point of revealing so many things.

But the question I wanted to ask the most, I couldn't: Why do they want you dead?

Before I finished showering, Camila entered the bathroom to blow-dry her hair. I could see that she was looking at me through the mirror, and that made me smirk and take a little more time in the shower.

I turned off the shower, grabbed the towel that was hanging from the shower-box, and then dried myself. I approached Camila, kissing her cheek, and then I went back to her bedroom.

I opened her closet and smiled when I saw some pieces of clothing that belonged to me underneath Camila's blouses and dresses. I grabbed a pair of panties and a bra that was with my clothes, and put them on.

"Baby, it's cold outside, so put on warm clothes. Feel free to borrow my clothes. The place we're going is an open space."

"Okay, Camz."

The good side of dating women, especially one that has the same size of clothes as you, is that you don't have to go home all the time just to change clothes. You can just borrow something.

I opened the first drawer and grabbed a thin cotton shirt with long sleeves, and then I opened another part of the closet and grabbed a pair of dark blue jeans, which I put on right away. I went back to the bedroom as I put on the shirt, and then I sat down on the bed to put on my combat boots. I left them untied and went to the bathroom.