House Of Cards

28. "Go fish."

"Tell me something stupidly crazy." Camila whispered.

We were sitting in the sand and it was nearing three in the morning. Like the rest of the vacation, after the girls had all crashed, we migrated somewhere other than our room together to talk and make out, and then talk some more.

We sat next to each other but Camila's legs were thrown over my own and she sat almost sideways, out faces only centimeters apart. Between conversation, we would find our lips meeting, only to pull away and go back to whatever we were saying, seamlessly.

"The water is red."

"No," Camila laughed. "You idiot, not something absurd, just something crazy, something that's on your mind; about life, or whatever."

"Ah," I said,"You didn't specify and, therefore, you've surpassed the allotted number of questions."

"I didn't realize there was a limit." Camila faked shock.

"That sucks."

"Why can't I ask more?" She asked, I ran my hand across her outer thigh.

"Because, for all we know, one more question would make me lose my voice forever."

"Wouldn't that be a dream." Camila responded with a giggle, making a similar smile to hers appear on my lips.

"Shut up."

"Answer my question and then maybe I will."

"What was the question again?" I asked with the sole intention of annoying her a little more.

"Tell me something crazy."

"How crazy, like on a scale from 1-10?" I asked, leaning in to place lazy kisses along her jaw. Camila's hand followed to behind my neck.

"An eleven," Camila responded and then guided me to meet her lips. The kissing stayed gentle and lazy, being more about proximity than anything else. Camila meant comfort.

So I thought for a second, what was the craziest thing that was on my mind?

Well, most things on my mind directly went back to her. At this moment, we're the goosebumps on her thigh because it was cold out or because we were making out? Based on it being crazy warm for the middle of the night and the goosebumps on her thighs being a telltale sign she's into something, I would have to go with the latter.

Regardless, the question is, by no means, crazy. My mind wandered some more and I was grateful Camila wasn't doing too much with her hands or I wouldn't be able to concentrate this much.

As Camila got on her knees to straddle my lap, still facing me and never leaving contact with my lips, I was brought back to a couple days ago on the hammock.

The craziest thing on my mind was definitely my refusal to fully understand, let alone accept, what I had been hit with on the hammock. It was crazy to think that we went into this trip strictly hooking up with the help of some liquid courage and now we were basically dating but also acting like we've been together for at least three years.

With time comes maturity and, although shallowly we didn't really have either of those, the cat and mouse game had been going on for far too long. Further, with the last week and a bit spending every second by each other's side, we had gotten close quickly.

Basically, I can try or find reasons why or try to justify it all I wanted, but the fact was very much that I've spent every day here in Hawaii falling in love with Camila. Although I would never admit it, I think I had been falling in love with her a lot longer than that.

In short, I woke up this morning with this immense amount of love for this girl. In fact, I've woken up like this since the afternoon we spent on the hammock. The only difference between today and the days before is that before, I was so stressed about the reality that would hit us when we went back home. I mean we haven't discussed what this means for us now, let alone back home. Maybe we were only serious on vacation.