roommates ✧ shawmila

chapter 19: responsible

"Thank you, Jack." Camila smiled warmly at the dark haired boy. "I really enjoyed the date."

Due to an unfortunate incident, Jack's car had broken down, refusing to even start. He'd left the car in the parking lot, deciding to get it back the next day, and had to pay the worker extra for overnight parking.

The two of them had gotten into a cab (thank the heavens for Uber), and it was only then that Jack realized he had forgotten his wallet.

Both of them had to walk back to the restaurant, and then search the entire private area to discover that his wallet had been in his tux's jacket pocket the entire time. Unfortunately for Camila, it was past midnight by then, and as there were no cabs—the reason for which she were still suspicious about—the two of them had to walk all the way.

That wasn't what she had in mind when she'd thought of a long, romantic walk.

"I'm glad you did." He smiled back, walking beside Camila with his hands in his pockets. "I'm sure I had much more fun than you."

"That's not true." Camila pouted playfully, bumping her shoulder with his. "I had as much fun as you did."

He laughed. "I was a little scared that you wouldn't enjoy the date as much, since it seemed like I overdid it. Especially since it was your first." A small, dreamy smile curved his lips. "I'm honored to be the first person to ever take you out on a date."

The chilly wind rushed past her bare skin, making her shiver. Noticing this, Jack shrugged off his own jacket before wrapping it around her shoulders.

Camila shook her head, trying to refuse. "You'll be cold!"

"You need it more than me." He persisted. "It's my fault we're here in the first place, and besides, it's the permitted of a gentleman to give the lady his jacket." He grinned at the latter statement.

After a split second of mental debate regarding whether his statement was sexist or not, Camila smiled, mind going fuck it. I'm too tired for that right now. "Really, though, it's not necessary, Jack."

"I insist."

She gave up, simply smiling at him while shaking her head as she wrapped his jacket closer around her shoulders, breathing in his scent. He smelled like mint cologne.

Jack noticed her entrapment, and grinned. "It's Gucci, if you wanted to know so bad."

"Show-off," Camila said, rolling her eyes to hide her embarrassment, but the everlasting smile didn't go anywhere. "We're here."

"It's too soon," the boy mused as he walked her to the gate.

"Too soon?" She scoffed. "Jack, it's literally one in the morning."

"I'd rather you stay with me till the sunrise." Jack smiled, resting his head close to hers as he turned. "Wake up in my arms."

"Is that creepy or is that creepy?"

"I'm not kidding, Camila," he said in a low voice, leaning close enough so that she could feel his hot breath on her face. "I'd love to wake up with you."

Good to know...?

His fingers faintly brushed against the side of her arm, the contact sending a current through her skin. Subconsciously, Camila drew herself closer to him as he tipped his face forward, eyes glittering in the bare moonlight like discs of pure light.

Camila could see it coming, but nothing, not even hours of making out with Shawn could prepare her for what was coming.

Jack's soft lips pressed against hers, and all thoughts of the bitter cold left her mind, overpowered by the warmth of his hands on her face. She leaned into him, pressing into his warm chest as he pulled her closer evenly, lips moving in perfect harmony with hers.