SUMMERLAND | shawmila

eleven.

A/N: more nsfw warning, lol

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There was an ache in her muscles and a fog in her brain from lack of sleep, but Camila didn't feel any of it. All she could think about was how perfect last night had been.

Pieces of it flashed in her mind as she got dressed—the cold water, Shawn's warm skin, his taste, his touch. It was enough to nearly get her worked up all over again.

The anticipation of yesterday was like nothing before. She'd felt like a schoolgirl excited for what would come after prom night. She'd tried to be realist—reminded herself there was no guarantee it would go smoothly, or even actually happen at all. She would have never judged him for backing out.

But it didn't just go well. It was perfect.

She'd gotten the idea to go in the water when she'd been in the shower beforehand. All she could think about was him and the idea just sort of formed. She'd never been skinny dipping before, and the choice to leave her underwear on seemed safest. After all, she really wanted that moment where was the one to make her naked.

Still, even with their underwear on, it was easily the most intimate thing she'd ever done. She remembered being inches from him underwater, opening her eyes despite having her contacts in. She couldn't really see anything, it was like swimming in pure black, but she knew he was there.

The way he'd grabbed her and pulled her close, it had warmed her instantly. The feel of his hands finally on her, even though she'd had to guide his touch to her chest.

Laying with him in the boathouse had been perfect. The floor had been hard, and it had been stuffy, but it was still perfect.

He felt perfect, and though she guided his touch there too, she didn't have to for long. He'd acted like he didn't know what he was doing, but he certainly learned fast. She'd cum so hard that she was actually screaming. His hands didn't just look beautiful, and they weren't just skilled at guitar.

She didn't really mean to get into what they did afterwards. All that stuff about Matt just kind of came out. Maybe it was because he was being vulnerable with her. She just didn't even realize it still bothered her, but something about sharing it with him and having him understand made her feel so cared for.

And loved, maybe.

Did she love him? She definitely would have said so a decade ago if someone had pushed her enough, and maybe if he wasn't there to hear it, but now?

The answer came at breakfast. She was in high spirits. Something about the air just seemed fresher, the sky seemed bluer, and there was a pep to her step, despite her lack of sleep and aches.

She grabbed a tray at breakfast and spotted him sitting with Connor. He was just so effortless perfect. His hair looked as if he hadn't even brushed it that morning, but it was still so beautiful.

He seemed as happy as she felt, smiling and leaned in excitedly. Camila couldn't help but wonder what they were talking about. Had Shawn told Connor about last night? Was he the type to wanna brag about it? Guys were like that sometimes, she knew.

Still, she tried to act natural as she walked over to their table, trying to keep her heart from pounding and her face from going pink just from seeing him. He seemed to be going through the same thing. They glanced at each other as they sat down, both of them smiling.

"Hey." Camila said.

"Hey." Shawn said.

He smiled at her, and she knew. She did love him. It was hard to look away from him once she realized that, and once he was smiling at her. All she wanted to do was kiss him.