Camila was beginning to feel the burden of the day and the intensity of the emotions that had begun to fill her body. That night had certainly not helped her to calm down. She stopped at the door and she had to strain herself from breathing a sigh of relief to the idea of being able to stay a little bit alone, that would be the best way to calm down.
She pulled the key from the pocket of her jeans and slipped it into the lock. Clarke looked at the small light turn green, she could clearly feel the presence of y/n behind her.
What was she supposed to tell her? Thank you for the day? It wasn't a date.
Give her a good night and slip into the room without further explanation?
Maybe give her, a simple nod?
Fortunately it was y/n to speak first. “See you tomorrow. You want to have breakfast downstairs on in your room?” She asked.
“I'll be downstairs.” Camila said. “See you tomorrow, good night and t-thanks.” She added the last word with a small whisper.
Y/n smiled, leaned over and took Camila's hand in hers, giving it a soft kiss. “Good night, Camila.” She whispered on her skin before letting go.
She said nothing else, she gave her another little glance and then walked towards her room, disappearing and closing the door behind her.
Camila followed her example, the skin on her hand still burned from y/n's touch, her heart was beating fast. She leaned against the door and put her hands on her face before sighing deeply. Her body was experiencing reactions that she'd have done anything to avoided.
But how could she avoid when verything that Y/N Y/L/N did was charming her?
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I swear I know your face (but I don't know who you are)
Hayran KurguY/N Y/L/N has always had everything she wanted. So, when one evening she meets the beautiful artist Camila Cabello at a party, Y/n wants her immediately but Camila does not seem interested. They actually met six years before and they are married bu...
