House Of Cards

24. "Passion is the sexiest thing I could ever see."

"Lauren, just pop it!" Normani urged as Dinah and I were currently rolling around in the sand. 

It was just after midnight and five of us were the only ones on the beach that would've been pitch black if it weren't for the tiki lights along the shore. We were all sitting in a very cliche row. Camila was on the edge, cuddled up to my side. To my left was Normani who squished Ally with Dinah on Ally's other side. I think their goal for the trip was to annoy the shit out of Ally; well after getting Camren together.

We were about to pop the large bottle but then Dinah was quick to protest that she wanted to pop the bottle. That somehow lead to her jumping me in attempt to get the bottle.  I currently had the bottle of champagne in my hand reached behind me as Dinah, who was significantly taller than me, clawed at my wrist.

Dinah and I were laughing to hard to actually scrap while the other three girls cheered us on. It was some weird wrestle match going on and I honestly didn't even care if Dinah popped the bottle.

The 'fight' stopped once Camila grabbed the bottle from my hand, printing Dinah and I to both explain how "not fair" and "pussy-like" her actions were. All in good fun, of course.

"Camila!" Ally yelled, ducking. "Point it at the ocean not at me!"

"Fuck, now I'm nervous it's going to fly out and hit me in the gut or something." Camila said, placing her hand flat on the cork.

"You nut, the cork can't fly backwards." I said, laughing at her actions.

"I was talking about the bottle, idiot." Camila responded, a brow raised.

"Stop your flirting, I want to drink!" Normani pushed. Camila looked back to me.

"Fine! Stop begging, I'll help." I rolled my eyes teasingly and walked to Camila.

From there, I stood behind her, my hands rounding her waist until the grabbed the bottom of the bottle.

"Jesus Christ, so extra." Dinah commented. I smirked.

"I'll hold the bottle, you push." I offered, practically whispering into Camila's neck, fully understanding what I was doing.

Camila seemed to understand as well because as she turned her head to nod, she backed up into me a little more.

"What a tease." I whispered.

"You started it." She countered.

With that, I secured my grip on the bottom of the bottle as Camila's hands went to the neck of it, pushing the cork with her thumb. Camila jumped slightly when it took off, landing in the water with a splash. She then proceeded to put her hand on top of mine and guide the bottle to her lips. I took a sip afterwards before passing it along to the other three girls.

Camila turned around to face me, not compromising our proximity in the process. She swung her arm around my neck and put her forehead to my cheek, then she started giggling.

"What's up with you?" I questioned the laugh more than her actions.

"Were so domestic, it hurts." She explained, looking up at me.

"Where does it hurt? Right here?" I said, poking at her side and successfully making her squirm.

"Asshole." She mumbled.

"Are you going to kiss me yet?" I asked.

"I'm waiting for another sip."

"Liquid courage?"

"Hm, something like that." She joked, pulling away from me but still keeping our eye contact. "I'll race you."

"Race me? Where?"