Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 60

Early morning sunlight shines through my window as the air around me feels different.  I feel different.  Lighter, happier; and as I hug Camila's naked body closer to mine I know she's the reason why.

Her head resting on my chest, her hand over my heart as our legs are tangled together. Her hair splayed every which way from the multiple times we had sex in the earlier hours of the morning.

I'm still not 100% sure what last night and this morning means for us, but I know for sure I'm never letting her go again. I can't lose her.

A small yawn and her nails dragging down my chest let me know she's waking up. Reaching down I run my hands the length of her back as her lips come up to meet mine.

"Good morning." She sighs happily.

"Good morning baby." I hum in her ear.

"Mmmm....." she replies as she turns to kiss my left pec before untangling her legs from mine and pulling me on top of her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she guides me to her and as we kiss for what seems like the millionth time in less than 24 hours, she wraps her legs around my waist, giving me a lust filled look.

"Again?" I chuckle.

All she does is nod as her lips attack mine. Gone is the battle of teeth and lips; replaced with heat, passion, and desire for what we've missed. As I push into her, she moans at the feeling. I'm sure she's a little sore; but she wants more and so do I.

Thrusting into her, whispering how much I love her and missed her; she comes unraveled and as her body aches beneath me, I can't help but engrain this memory to my brain. She's so beautiful and sexy and she's back to being mine.

We come down from the high together; her unwrapping herself from me as I pull out and we share intimate kisses before I pull her to me again.

"Thank you" I say against her skin, leaving kisses down her neck.

"Don't thank me yet" she whispers. "We still have a lot to talk about." Looking up at me seriously.

"I know" I sigh. "But I can still thank you for last night, and this morning, and just now." I wink, making her laugh as we roll out of bed together.

Heading to my en suite, we shower separately and get dressed for the day. Since it's still early, I run downstairs and make something quick for breakfast before heading back to my room. I know we need to talk; we both have a lot to say.

Back in my room I hand her a cup of coffee and some avocado toast. We eat in silence, glancing at one another every so often. Once we're both finished, I grab her one of my sweatshirts and we grab a blanket and head outside. There's a secret spot in my backyard that only we have ever used; and it's where she tells me she wants to talk. Away from the bed, away from my family, away from distractions.

Making sure she's warm enough, we walk hand in hand to our place before sitting next to each other under the blanket. I'm hesitant to talk first. I'm anxious this may not go how I hope, so I decide to let her decide how this will start.

Grabbing my hand, she turns to face me. Looking me in the eye she asks, "Do you regret last night?"

"What part? The demise of your father or the us parts?" I ask.

"All of it" she replies.

"No. None of it" I answer quickly and honestly.

She nods in understanding before asking her next question. "Do you regret not telling me about Monaco?" She asks looking down at her lap.

"Of course I do" I sigh. "I lost you because I trusted someone else and I shouldn't have." I say running my hand through my hair. "Not telling you because I thought I could trust your father and what he was telling me was one of the stupidest things I could've done."

"Agreed" she states plainly.

"But you also didn't give me a chance to explain myself Camila. You ran away and pushed me away." I tell her, knowing it would hit a nerve.

"I know" she sighs looking out over the horizon.

"That morning after we had sex for the first time, you remember what we promised each other?" I ask, turning her face gently back to mine.

"To trust each other and be ourselves and figure things out even when things get tough" she says.

"Exactly" I say.  "And do you think I purposely set out to hurt you by not telling you what was going on?"

"No" she replies simply.

"Do you want to fix this?  Do you want this to work?" I ask hesitantly, suddenly less confident in her response.

Looking at me with a bewildered look, she climbs onto my lap, straddling me before cupping my face with her hands; my own finding her waist.  "Of course I want to fix this! Of course I want us to work Shawn." She says confidently.  "I know I have anger issues, and they sometimes get the best of me, but the one thing that hasn't changed is how much I love you!" She continues as her eyes bore into mine.

Taking a breath, she leans forward and gives me a quick peck on the lips.  "I just felt blindsided, and after everything we've been through, I clearly lost all sense of reason.  And then I found out my father was behind it all and I just needed time" she sighs.  "We're supposed to tell each other things, and make big decisions together, and when you didn't do that, I thought maybe you didn't trust me, and I think that hurt most of all."

"I know, and I'm sorry.  I want us to figure this out, and I want us to work.  I love you so fucking much Camila.  It hurt being apart from you and I do trust you.  My ego and desire to get back on my feet just got in the way."

"I know" she says.  "James told me."

"He did?"

"Yes!  He told me about the day he went to see you.  What he didn't tell me was the stunt you were all planning last night.  Don't you think I'd want to know that?" She cries.

"I wanted to tell you.  I wanted to tell you so many times, but you were already mad at me and had basically broken up with me that James and your mom didn't think it was a good idea to tell you for fear you'd overreact and ruin the plan." I wince at the last words thinking she's going to get mad.

Instead of getting upset, she just chuckles before saying, "It's a good thing you didn't tell me because I would have made things ten times worse.  Mario was out to ruin our relationship the whole time.  I don't understand why he doesn't want me to be happy" she huffs, looking down.

Smiling to myself, I knew the girl I loved was still in there.  "He didn't want us to be happy because he wasn't; and he hasn't been for a long time.  That's why we did what we did baby.  He needed to pay for his crimes.  All of them."

She nods, looking back at me.  "I have to admit it was pretty damn sexy watching you take him down.  Your dad too.  I think he's my favorite Mendes now." She raises a brow at me.

"What?" I snort.

"I'm just kidding baby, you'll always be my favorite." She giggles before kissing me again.  "I'm sorry for hurting you" she says.

"Me too baby, me too.  I never meant for you to be blindsided, and I know we have a lot to work on, but I want you to know I'm with you.  You and me.  This is what I want" I say with finality in my voice.

"I want you too Shawn.  I love you."

"Love you too!" I smile, nuzzling her nose.

A cool breeze rushes by us, sending shivers down both our spines.

"We should probably head back inside.  We still need to talk to James and your mom" I say.  She nods quickly before climbing off my lap and wrapping the blanket around herself.

We walk back to my house; my arms around her as we share kisses along the way.  I feel better after the conversation we had, and I think she does too.

Reaching the house, her mom, James and my mom and dad are all sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast.  Camila stiffens in my arms as she sees the bruise forming on her brothers cheek.

I know she'd never hurt anyone she loved, but with her anger issues and the fact that she felt lost and couldn't trust anyone, I understand how she feels. We cracked the tip of the iceberg with our problems as a couple; now she needs to do the same with her family.