Summary- Camila and y/n have been avoiding eachother ever since that heated night that ended in both of them running to their rooms with swollen lips and a guilty conscience. But when they accidentally end up alone, at night, in the same room- well let's just say things don't go as planned.
Warnings- this is just hella smut, honestly.
(If you haven't read the first part of this, I'd recommend reading that first-- but it's not necessary to do so to understand this chapter)
After what felt like an eternity of shuffling her bare legs through the silky grey sheets, flipping her body from the right to the left every few minutes, and attempting for more then two hours to calm her mind into a deep sleep- she gave up with a heavy sigh, throwing her arm over her eyes and groaning in frustration before kicking off the silk sheets and throwing her body up into a sitting position on the king size bed.
Her hands fumbled through the darkness in attempt to find her phone that she had left to charge at around midnight. After a few seconds of cussing and soothing her hands over the sheets, she found the hidden object under the massive heap of white pillows she kept at the head of her bed, letting out a sigh of relief as her hands pressed the small on button, blinking away the pain in her eyes as they adjusted to the new found brightness as the screen lit up and displayed in bold numbers 3:23 AM. She sighed and swiped away her stack of notifications before tugging the phone into the side of her black sports bra and climbing off the bed with a long yawn escaping her lips.
She made slow strides out of the pitch black room, rubbing her tired eyes with the back of her hands and not so gracefully smacking into a wall from her momentarily blindness. She stumbled back with an offended gasp, rolling her eyes when she noticed it was just a fucking wall before swinging open her bedroom door and making her way over to the elevator that would promptly lead to the kitchen. She figured if she couldn't sleep, she could eat.
She waited in a tired daze as she watched the vibrant green numbers count down the floors, her exhausted body slumping back into the wall with her manicured fingers gripping onto the thick metal rails so she could use the leverage to not fall as her eyes drifted close slowly, only opening them with a small sigh when the elevator binged and the number 1 showed in neon green on the small black screen above the large metal doors that opened slowly, revealing the main floor that held a huge living room and an almost unnecessarily large kitchen. Neither of the rooms had their lights on so Camila considered herself safe from having to explain her sleepless night and exhausted body, she had no idea what she'd say if somebody asked her since the real reason was the gorgeous Whitman heir sleeping a few floors above her.
Camila shuffled into the dark kitchen, dragging her aching bare feet on the cool black marble floors and traveling towards the stainless steel refrigerator that she could only hope somebody had restocked since the previous day. She gripped the handle between her slender fingers, feeling the cooling metal slip through her fingers as her eyes caught sight of a light on a few feet away from her, more specifically, coming from the dining room just outside the enlarged kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator then, feasting her eyes on the sight of a freshly restocked fridge with a sense of relief before she grabbed a bottle of Naked juice and silently closed the stainless steel door with a muttered promise to come back to it before shuffling off towards the dining room, hearing nothing but the eery sound of her near silent footsteps on the marble floors.
"Y/N?" She muttered in surprise when she walked through the broad entry way and turned her head to see the young heir sitting at the large metal table with a bottle of water in one hand and her phone in the other, a small orange bottle of ibuprofen laying open a few inches away from her.
