I swear I know your face (but I don't know who you are)

chapter 11

Camila closed her eyes, as the sun coming in from the window caressed her, the heat radiating along her body. She tried to concentrate on her breathing instead of the images her in brain, finally awake, seemed so determined to show her again and again.

It was hard. She could still feel y/n's body pressed against her, the way those eyes had devotedly looked at her, the tremble in y/n's body and her whispered plea…

“For heaven’s sake, stop it…” she grumbled, rolling herself between the covers and hiding her head under the pillow.

She’d told Shawn not to worry, that everything was under control, but just some alcohol and a little smoke had been enough to lose that control she’d claimed to have. Truth be told, the last few days had been pretty intense, and Camila had found herself facing emotions she couldn't make sense of, that left her spent and confused.

Her stomach grumbled, pushing her to peek at the alarm clock on the bedside table from under the pillow, she moaned seeing how long has passed since lunchtime. Considering what she had for breakfast after her wild night, she would be surprised if her body wouldn't have started to loudly ask for fuel. She had almost given in and was ready to call the room service, when a quiet knock on the door got her attention. Emerging from her hiding, she grumbled something like an answer and wasn't surprised to see y/n walking in, a tray in her hands. 

“I don’t mean to disturb you, but I’m heading out and I thought you may want to eat something.” She started, with a nod to the food Camila could see on the tray. “And if you need anything else, you can just call the room service.”

Camila sat up “Where are you going?” She asked before she could stop herself.

She didn’t want to show interest in y/n's schedule, but she’d found herself frowning at what the woman was wearing, a swimsuit. 

“There’s a wonderful thermal facility in this hotel, and since you’re clearly not in shape for a tour of the city, I thought I could go have a look at that.”

Camila bit her lip, quickly checking her options, indeed she wasn't feeling like going in a tour of the city, or get back on a plane, but she would have really liked to join her to the thermal facility. Before she had the chance to express her thoughts, y/n lifted an eyebrow at her, her head tilted as she let out a low chuckle.

“Why don’t you get changed and put something in your stomach?” She started, amused, as she advanced a few steps in the room. “You’ll find me downstairs, in a jacuzzi that I’ll be more than glad to share with you.”

“Well, if you insist, who am I to say no?” Camila smirked, slipping out of bed. “Did you have something to eat?” She asked, opening her suitcase to look for her swimsuit, turning to her, when y/n failed to answer. “You’re not going there with an empty stomach.” She admonished. 

Y/n's mouth fell open to answer, but a very intimidating Camila stepped to her, pointing a finger on her chest as she pushed her back in their shared living room, glaring at her to sit, she wasted no time to oblige.

“Get two table places ready, Y/L/N, I’ll be back in a minute.” She ordered, closing the door.

Just as promised, Camila was back in no time, emerging from her room in nothing but a swimsuit, after what had happened the night before, y/n couldn't help but stare at the tan skin for more than she should have. When the memory of the night before got too vivid, she carefully looked away, staring at her plate instead, as her lips started to tingle at the memory of that skin under them. 

She swallowed and took a sip of orange juice, shutting her eyes, only to get lost in Camila's dark stare, when she opened them back. They gazed at each other for a long moment and when she saw her bit on her lower lip, y/n had to call at every scrap of self-control she had not to talk about the thing that was feeding their mutual uneasiness.