Low Income Affection | S.M & C.C

It's Always About The Money

Camila's POV

It was the morning after what happened between Shawn and I and I could feel my own skin glow and my own self feel more confident and comfortable with who I am.

It wasn't the sex, entirely. It was the fact that he made me feel comfortable and he made it known through his actions that I had no reason to doubt myself. Especially not when I'm in love with someone who loves me for me. I should love myself too.

I awakened before Shawn and to thank him for last night, I decided to make him breakfast. It wasn't much but I knew how much he loved the gluten-free chocolate chip pancakes I make for the two of us on Saturday mornings. It's become a ritual for us to share the pancakes together on Saturdays if Shawn wasn't called in so early.

I hummed to one of Ed Sheeran's songs "Beautiful People" featuring Khalid as I flipped another pancake before being startled by familiar hands snaking around my waist and resting their chin on my shoulder.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, kissing my shoulder tenderly. "Hey," I squirmed out of his grip so that I could put out two dishes for our breakfast. He followed closely behind me as we sat at the island, stuffing our faces with pancakes.

He dropped his fork, "Mila," I set my plate aside, leaning my chin on my hands as I hummed for him to continue.

"Last night...I meant everything I said."

"Me too," I confirmed, taking one of his hands in mine with a smile on my face.

"I'm glad...I just hope you don't think last night was a mistake," he mumbled the last few of his words, dropping his head low.

I took his chin in my index finger and my thumb, forcing him to look up at me.

"Nothing about yesterday was a mistake...I love you." I said, my voice full of adoration and care for the man that sat beside me.

His smile beamed as he took my face in his hands, kissing me softly before it became more desperate and hard. He picked me up, supporting my weight with one hand on my bottom and the other on my back, not breaking our kiss.

"Take me to bed, babe," I mumbled against his lips.

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I sat in my living room, staring at my computer, blank minded.

I could barely hear the raindrops that made thuds every time they hit my window. I was soulfully focused on whether or not to buy this overly priced plane ticket back home to see my family for thanksgiving this year.

I desperately wanted to see my family but I also needed to save money to pay for my rent and for my phone bill and other basic necessities. If I was being honest, I could definitely afford the plane ticket but it would mean risking to work extra to earn that money back which would mean less time to study for upcoming exams that I'd have during school.

Besides the fact that this was my last year in university, meaning that once I graduate I'd be able to do something with my life and make better money, to get there in the first place is hard work.

I knew that my family would hate it and feel so guilty knowing that I could've saved instead of fly out to see them. I knew that they'd be stoked to see me but still, financial issues were still surfacing.

I talked to them frequently and they knew about Shawn. They knew that he was helping me and that he was a good man with a remarkable story of having his whole family in the medical field, being one of the best surgeons worldwide, and to top it all off, at such a young age. They were grateful for him, as was I.