Touched By You

"Strip poker."

Camila knew of excessively large L.A. houses, a lot of her friends enjoyed the more luxurious way of life, however, that didn't mean those houses didn't still intimidate her.

In fact, standing in front of the one she was at now had her palms sweating. Because she knew her wife was in there probably smoking or talking politics with a certain pixie-cut artist that seemed so much more immersed in the music scene than herself. But Camila couldn't let her fear of inadequacy stop her from talking to her wife, she needed to find a way for her and Lauren to sort things out, no matter how opposing their views on life now was.

So she rang the bell and hoped that Halsey wouldn't just close the door in her face, because she knew that this woman was now Lauren's new confidant, she would have disclosed everything to the older girl and part of Camila thought that Lauren would cast the blame solely on her.

The door opened to her and there stood Halsey in nothing but her underwear and a cheeky smile plastered on her lips until their eyes met and those light eyes widened significantly.

"Oh, shit," She chuckled lightly, scratching the back of her neck. "Look, this isn't what it looks like, I swear."

And because Camila had found herself in this exact situation only a few days ago, she was inclined to give Lauren and Halsey the benefit of the doubt. Besides, cheating was never really something Lauren and Camila had to worry about, they'd always been so consumed by each other.

Until now.

Now, Camila wasn't quite sure if that statement still stood true.

"It's fine," Camila lied, a feeling of discomfort creeping up her neck. Because she didn't like that Halsey was wearing near nothing. She didn't like that the girl was tall and confident and beautiful. She didn't like that she felt completely threatened by this woman because her relationship was hanging by such a thin tether. "Can I talk to Lauren?"

"Sure, come in," The older girl gestured her new guest in and Camila slid past her, trying her best to fight off images of her wife with this woman. "We were just talking about you."

At this the Cuban stopped and raised a curious brow at her host.

"I wanted to try and understand what's going on and see if I could help at all," Halsey shrugged. "She's pretty down about it. She keeps playing all your music, I'm glad she's staying in the guesthouse."

"Hey Ash, who is it!" Lauren's voice rang through the house.

"Your wife!"

"Fuck," Camila frowned at hearing this but rounded the corner to also find her wife in only her underwear. "Camila, I swear to fucking God, I did not sleep with her." Lauren put her hands up defensively before gesturing to the coffee table where there were cards sprawled all over it. "Strip poker."

And this didn't ease Camila's frantic brain at all, because there she was moping around in her house with Leo on her tail and here was Lauren getting naked with her new friend that clearly had no respect for marital boundaries.

"Put clothes on, we need to talk." And at this, Halsey slipped away quickly.

"What are you doing here?" Lauren struggled to get her leg into the length of her jeans.

"Exactly what you were doing three days ago, except I think the roles are reversed this time." Camila looked around the room to find the empty alcohol bottles and rolled joints scattered around everywhere, she even spied a white powder on top of a small mirror on the coffee table. "Did you kiss her?" She turned her attention back to her wife.

"What? No, Ash is my friend."

"Good choice of friends," She eyed the cocaine pointedly. "That's what you do now? When I go weeks without seeing you, this is what you do?"