Fortune (Camren)

Chapter 7: Revenge

So I got to see Camila a couple of weeks ago and I have been working on the video of everything I got. I missed a few songs because my brain literally malfunctioned when she came out. I'm still not sure if I should share the video or not but we'll see. Hope life is well with you!
Hugs, love and good vibes.

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We can easily forgive a child who is afraid of the dark; the real tragedy of life is when men are afraid of the light." - Plato

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Camila sat up. It was just becoming light outside, and she was alone in her bed. The clock next to her blinked its red light alert that 6 a.m. had just passed. The aroma of coffee wafted by her nose as she gathered a sheet around her and padded barefoot down the hall of her apartment. What she saw at the end of the hall stopped her motion.

Lauren was standing naked by the window in the kitchen, a mug in her hand. The sunrise had just burst above the horizon, and it shone through the window, blazing around Lauren and painting her silhouette in Helios' shadow.

"There's coffee made."

Lauren's dark form lured Camila not with the words she spoke but the timber of her voice, and the sheet rustled along the ground as it pooled and billowed with Camila's stride. When she reached Lauren's back, she opened the material and enveloped her within, kissing the bare shoulder in front of her before resting her chin on it.

Camila hummed contentedly. "You sure you don't want to come back to bed?"

Lauren shook her head even as she reached her free hand behind her to caress Camila. "I couldn't sleep."

"Want to tell me about it?"

Lauren sighed and took a sip of her coffee. She still felt angry and terrified and confused. How could she begin to explain everything in her head? She placed her coffee cup on the windowsill and turned to look at Camila for the first time that morning. Her chocolate tousled hair, the sleepy way her chocolate eyes blinked, the slight curl at the corners of her full lips, their clarity all confirmed Camila's innocence of any crime. But that didn't mean her friend Taylor was also guiltless. "I was just thinking about shit. Like I'm glad to be off that bus." Coward, her inner voice chided.

Camila could see something else going on in Lauren's eyes, but she didn't want to push too hard this morning. She pressed her lips to Laurens's own in a soft acceptance of the evasion. "Mmmhmm. You have a little time off before your next interview. Anything particular you want to do?" Camila winked and pulled Lauren in tighter.

"I need to make a few phone calls later, but then I'm yours for the day."

"Okay. I'm going to see if Normani can do anything about all the tabloid stuff. And I need to call Taylor to prepare her. I'm not sure she knows what she walked into here, and I don't want her to be surprised." Lauren made a rumbling noise in her throat that sounded like disdain, and Camila squeezed her in rejoinder. "Lauren, you'll like her. I swear. How 'bout I invite her to lunch today? You can meet her and put all this to rest."

Camila looked at Lauren with raised eyebrows and a hopeful expression, and even though Lauren wanted nothing to do with Taylor, she nodded her assent to please her- Girlfriend? What the fuck is she now, anyway? Lauren wondered silently.

Camila grinned and pulled Lauren's face in for a hard kiss. "Good. Now let's go back to bed so that I can wake up next to you." She leaned in again, kissing Lauren gently this time, lingering to rub her nose on a warm cheek. "And I expect you to wake me up properly this time," she added suggestively.