Bold: Camilo singing.
Bold italics: Y/n singing.
Bold italics centred: Both
Warning: Alcohol, sex references, lots of swearing and that annoying thing where they refuse to admit the other has feelings for them ahead.
|💫-Y/n's POV-💫|
I woke up like I did most days: snuggling with Camilo.
Being friends with him is literally like owning a puppy.
1. Requires all my attention all the time.
2. Cuddles 24/7
3. Him stealing my food. Every. Single. Mealtime.
But this morning something was different. My insides felt as if they were on fire and my heart was going on 1000 beats per minute.
Then I realised.
His hands were on my waist.
Usually, I'm either laid on his stomach or his hands are around my shoulders.
But this felt so much more... intimate.
So why did I like it?
"Uhm... Camilo? Cami, wake up." I whispered.
He groaned, pulling me in closer.
If this bitch is awake, I swear-
I pulled away, trying to ease his hands off without waking him up.
I failed miserably, by the way, and succeeded only in making him pull me closer.
My breathe hitched as I took in his scent: Warm vanilla and fresh arepas.
Fuck, he smells good.
What the heck am I thinking?!
I tapped his face, feeling my hands start to sweat. "Cami? Wake the hell up!"
His eyelids flickered open. "Wha-?" His gaze focused on my face. "Oh, good morning, mi princesa."
Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. "N-Now's not the time for flirting!"
"What?"
"Your, um... Your hands."
He looked down at his hands on my waist. "Oh!" He pulled them back. "Sorry!"
"I-It's fine, y-you were just holding me a-a little tight."
God, Y/n, pull yourself together!
I pulled myself out of bed. "What time is it?"
"11am." He answered.
"The performance is at 2, right?"
He nodded. "We should get some breakfast."
"You mean lunch?"
"I mean breakfast."
"No, you mean lunch."
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