SUMMERLAND | shawmila

nine.

Camila thanked herself for having the sense to chug water last night. She didn't feel the pain of hangover, she was just sluggish and tired.

The kids seemed just as tired from their long movie night. They didn't run and scream, instead walking quietly to the mess hall.

Despite not feeling fall-over levels of sick, the idea of sitting in the loud and crowded mess hall wasn't appealing. She grabbed some toast and coffee and walked back out, finding Shawn and Connor eating on one of the picnic tables outside.

Shawn seemed to be pacing himself with eating, trying to keep his eyes open. He wasn't sick, at least. Connor didn't have a plate, and was instead laying down across the bench seat, his arms over his face.

"Is he okay?" Camila sat down beside Shawn.

"I threw up this morning." Connor whispered, not opening his eyes.

"Dude, I told you to stop saying throw up. I'm trying to eat." Shawn then looked at Camila and smiled. "Rough morning?"

"I've had way worse." She chuckled, stealing some of his orange juice.

"Me too." He admitted. "Glad I remembered my limit... mostly."

Camila pictured him without his limit and realized she may have seen him headed that was in one of the videos he'd sent her. He'd seemed really wild and crazy in the one for the Halloween show, which was sort of hot.

"Coach and Gwen won't be back until tomorrow morning, but I wanna take it easy tonight." Shawn said. "Smoke with Rebecca if you want."

"I don't wanna smoke tonight." Connor mumbled. "I don't even wanna move from this spot."

"Works for me." Shawn said his head down on the table and closed his eyes.

Camila giggled at how cute he was. As she studied his sleepy features, more of last night seemed to come back to her, the smile slipping from her face.

She definitely remembered hanging out on the pier, laughing and talking for a while, leaning on Shawn. She didn't really get drunk for the first hour or so. She remembered jumping in the water after him.

She remembered making out, the feel of his hands on her back, and how they didn't move at all, even though she wanted them to.

And she remembered what she'd said and how he reacted. She looked at him now. He seemed unbothered by anything other than lack of sleep. He seemed to sense her eyes on him, and he opened his and smiled at her.

She smiled back, remembering now what he'd said to her—A lot. Fast.

It had been, she knew. And maybe she wouldn't have said that if she wasn't drunk, but she did want him that way. He'd seemed so surprised, as if he'd never expected that's what she was thinking.

She told herself it was okay that he wanted to slow down, and she shouldn't have expected otherwise.

Still, there was that mix of shame and hurt that came with remembering how fast he pulled back and how freaked out he'd sounded. She reached up, her fingers brushing the skin of her neck where his tongue had been.

The kids seemed content with going quietly to their activities this morning. Camila walked them down to the stables, passing by Gretchen's coming from the trampolines. She waved at the camp's youngest kids and couldn't help but feel impressed that Gretchen didn't seem hungover either.

The girls brushed one of the smaller horses, Camila watching and trying to catch Connor's eye. He seemed to get it, going back into the stables with Camila casually following a moment later.