Breaking Hollywood [CAMREN]

Chapter 21

Lauren

I wake, and I'm alone. Camila's side of the bed is empty.

I have a flashback to yesterday morning, and my stomach sinks.

What if she regrets having sex with me?

It's still dark out. I check the clock, and it says one a.m.

I sit up and slide my legs out of bed. Gucci lifts her head from the chair she's sleeping on.

"Go back to sleep, baby," I tell her.

She lays her head back down. I get to my feet and pull my panties on, and then I get one of Camz's T-shirts from her chest of drawers. I pull it on and go to find her.

She's out on the terrace, smoking. Her chest is bare, and she's still wearing the shorts from last night.

"Hi." I linger in the doorway.

"Hey." A smile lightens her face, and a weight lifts off my chest.

I pad over to her. She reaches out and takes my hand, pulling me down onto the sun lounger with her. She drops her good leg to the floor, so I can sit between her legs.

Her free arm wraps around my waist. I slide my hand over hers, and she links our fingers.

I rest my head back on her chest. I can feel her heart beating against my back.

The smell of her cigarette smoke surrounds us, but it doesn't bother me like it used to. In fact, I'm growing to like the smell. Because it's her.

"You couldn't sleep?" I ask her.

"No." She takes a pull on her cigarette and blows the smoke away from me.

"Are you...having regrets? About...us?"

"No." Her hand comes to my chin, and she tips my head back, so I'm looking at her. "No regrets at all. I just needed a smoke. I always need a smoke after great sex."

"Great sex?"

Her eyes twinkle back at me in the dark. "Astro-fucking-nomical sex."

"Better." I laugh softly, and I rest my head back on her chest, running my fingers over her soft breast there.

"You...don't have any regrets, do you?" Her voice is surprisingly tentative.

I tip my face up to look at her again. "No."

I didn't realize her expression was tense until I see it relax with my answer.

I run my fingers over her cheek. "I could never regret last night, Camz. I've wanted you for a long time."

She takes hold of my hand and kisses the palm. "Me, too. But not as long as you've wanted me 'cause you've wanted in my pants ever since you saw me in my first movie, right?"

"Jackass."

I lightly slap her chest, and she chuckles.

"Just kiddin'." She kisses the top of my head.

She's not wrong though. I have wanted her since I first saw her onscreen.

But she's nothing like I thought she would be.

She's even better.

But then I worry she thinks I want her because she's famous.

"I'm not just here because—"

"I know, Speedy."

I look at her. "I just don't want you to think I'm here because you're famous. I'm here for this." I tap my finger on her forehead. "And this." I draw a heart with my finger on her chest. "And, of course, this." I grin as I slide my hand down and cup her cock between her legs.