ACT LIKE YOU LOVE ME

Chapter 10 - Kissing You

"I'll make up

for all the years

I was supposed

to be kissing you."

(Leo Christopher)

He stared upward. The sky looked like a swathe of deep blue velvet studded with diamonds, it spread in all directions, seemingly endless, as he lay with Camila on his chest, trying to slow his heartrate. She propped herself up on her crossed hands and looked at him.

"Well, that was worth waiting for."

All those years. But maybe it had happened when it was supposed to. He kissed her nose and she shivered.

"Are you cold? We should go inside."

"No, I was just reliving a few choice moments."

He laughed softly, pushing her hair behind her ear. She looked beautiful in this light. Who was he kidding, she looked beautiful in any light.

"It's perfect," she sighed, smiling at him. Out here, they really were the only people in the world, he felt connected to her even more than he had before. He was not inexperienced, but what they had felt together tonight, it was beyond the usual, it was something unique and special. He wanted to ask her if it felt like that for her too, even though he was positive it did, he just wanted to hear the words.

He bent and kissed her softly on the lips and then on the nose.

"You're cold, come on, let's go inside now." They slipped out from under the blanket and laughed at each other as the cold air turned their skin to gooseflesh, then gathered up all their things and ran inside, depositing their dishes in the kitchen then heading straight to the bedroom. They slid in under the covers and snuggled together to warm up, the lights off, the stars twinkling benevolently down through the glass ceiling. She looked luminescent in this light and he kissed her again, and again, and she sighed, soft and pliable in his arms, her own looping around his neck. He felt like he needed to pinch himself, was this real? Camila, his best friend, his teenage crush, his secret fantasy, here in his arms, kissing him? She moved her arms and slid down his body, her lips leaving a fiery trail in their wake, kissing, nibbling, then reaching her destination. He closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him. This had definitely been a secret fantasy. Oh. My. God.

***

She woke up and stared into the solid blue. The thermostat had kicked in and the air-conditioning was on, cooling the room down as the heat of the day filled the room. They had woken a few times in the night and early morning, there was nothing to get up for, no need to go anywhere or do anything. There was no-one for miles. There was only the two of them. No paparazzi, no fans, no management, no family. They could stay in bed all day if they wanted, and it sounded pretty good to her. She had never felt like this before, so completely alive, a naked, natural, sexual being. She felt no shame, like she could do anything with him, and say anything to him. It was intoxicating. She rolled over and found him propped on his elbow staring down at her.

"You know it's creepy to watch people while they sleep," she said, reaching up to stroke his face. Her eyes followed the path of her fingers, learning to see him in a way she never had, the curve of his eyebrow, the crinkles at the corner of his eyes from always smiling, the tiny scar on his cheek, the gentle curve of his lips, the hard planes and soft lines of his face. He reached up and grasped her hand, kissing the tip of each finger.

"Well you did sound pretty creepy," he said. "you were making some weird noises.

"I was not!"

He raised his eyebrows and shrugged and she laughed, hitting his arm, then she scooted closer and slid her arms around his neck.