roommates ✧ shawmila

chapter 14: hunger

Camila froze underneath him.

Shawn tensed, rolling off her. He lays next to her on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, trying to calm his breathing.

His exhales came in pants, and he wondered how long he had been kissing Camila.

Weirdly, he didn't regret it.

Another knock. "Shawn?" A voice called out suspiciously.

Jack Johnson.

Camila squeaked unintentionally, and immediately felt something warm come down over her mouth firmly. Shawn had covered her mouth, his other hand spread out on the sheets as he widened his eyes at her, mouthing 'shut up'.

Her flushed face, wide eyes, and messy hair gave him some solace that she had enjoyed it as much as him, but it turned him on even more.

He tried to reign in his raging desire, chest rising and falling as he panted due to the previous lack of sufficient oxygen. Shawn tried to clear his throat.

"Yeah?" He called back, voice still a little hoarse from the kiss, or rather, the lewd noises that had come out of his mouth during it

"We were waiting for you..." Johnson's voice trailed off. "After you and your roommate walked off, we thought you both were hungry, because you were looking for food earlier today..."

Camila flushed when her mind came up with an inappropriate analogy for that. 

"So?" Shawn asked.

"Well," Johnson seemed to hesitate. "We tried looking for her, but we couldn't find her anywhere, so we assumed she was with someone. But if you still want to eat, come on downstairs." He paused, and in his next statement, both of them could hear the smirk in his voice. "But I think you had your...feast."

Shawn rolled his eyes. Cheeky kid. "I'll be there, Johnson," he replied, disgruntled. "You can go downstairs, I'll be a while."

Jack laughed, and a moment later, his footsteps sounded on the steps

Camila bolted up from the bed, not ready to believe what she had been about to do. "I should be going," she said through gritted teeth, subconsciously touching her neck where he had kissed her. "And, uh, so should you."

Shawn did not reply, staring at her in amusement.

Offering the still-silent boy a fleeting, dark look, she finally left the room as a hot mess, slamming the door shut behind her.

Shawn chuckled to himself, though he was internally a little scared by how close he had been to completely losing it.

He glanced down at the obvious bulge in his swimming trunks.

two boners in day, he thought to himself. impressive kitten.

//

midnight.

Feeling a little unstable, Camila had eventually went back to her room, refusing to eat, and plopped down on the big bed. Thinking that her daze after the extreme make-outing would go away later.

right.

The party was still alive, even at the late (or rather, early) hour, the people around her throbbing with energy like a second pulse. Her own heartbeat was thready, speeding up every time she accidentally recalled the look in a certain brown smartass's eyes as he had leaned down to kiss her.

As it had been a long time since the start of the party, the energy was more familiar than before. People were still mingling, greeting friends and strangers alike with light touches to the shoulder or a brush of their lips against an earlobe. Most people ignored Camila, though—and she were aware of the reason, very aware of it, as she reached up to habitually touch the stinging skin on her neck where bruises were probably already beginning to form.