Seriously? What the hell? Camila groaned looking up at the sky. The big man up there sure liked to torture her.
Though she was at least 10 yards away, she knew Lauren's body anywhere. She should be ashamed to admit it but she knew every inch of that woman. She had admired it so many nights in secret after late night rehearsals or when they would change backstage in their dressing room; sweat from exerting herself during dance rehearsals or performing on stage causing her clothes to stick to her glistening body.
"Guys I'm literally going to die. Can we please take the elevator?" An exhausted Camila whined after two hours of what Harmony called "vocal running." Though, if it were up to Camila, she would have just called it hell. She was completely wiped out from the breathing exercises they had done while jogging on the treadmills at an unbearably fast interval. She had always been the weakest link when it came to physical exertion. Lauren and Normani were breathing easily; both having years of training and conditioning from softball and gymnastics, respectively. Ally was still her peppy self, full of positive energy. And Dinah was so determined that she didn't mind the extra work.
"Guys, really." She panted, wiping her sweaty forehead with the back of her hand. "I think I'm dying."
"Come on, Camz." Lauren laughed. "It wasn't that bad."
"Says you." Camila shot back, placing her hands on her knees, completely halting in the middle of the hall.
"Alright, fine, Chancho. Just for you." Dinah nudged her playfully, causing Camila to slightly lose her footing.
Instinctually, Lauren reached out before she could hurt herself, pushing her back to counter the force that had caused her to tumble forward in the first place.
"Thanks." She muttered.
The group made it to the nearest elevator, stepping inside.
"I can't wait to get out of these clothes." Normani stated, unzipping her hoodie so that her sports bra and toned abs were exposed.
"Same." Ally nodded, unzipping her own halfway.
"Screw it." Lauren agreed, completely removing her hoodie so that she was left in only a sports bra and yoga shorts. If Camila thought she couldn't breathe a few minutes ago, she definitely wasn't breathing now. Her eyes raked over porcelain skin, taught abs, and flawless curves.
"Come on, you might as well." She gestured at the youngest two. Dinah obliged, tossing her sweaty t-shirt at the older girl who squealed in disgust, tossing the article of clothing back in her direction.
Camila attempted to do the same, but somehow managed to get herself caught in her shirt, struggling with two arms locked uncomfortably above her head.
"This would happen to you, Camz." The green-eyed girl's husky giggle echoed in her ears. Even with her vision blocked by her shirt, she could sense that the girl was now standing closer to her. In fact, she was almost certain that she was right next to her. The sensation of cool fingers brushing against her skin confirmed it.
"Here." She chuckled, untangling Camila from her shirt with a gentle tug. When she was finally freed of the offending article, she looked up to meet a pair of dark green eyes. Camila gulped, swallowing hard, neither girl speaking; unaware of the conversation the other three group members were now engaged in.
The elevator came to a rough halt, causing the two to fall into each other, warm skin pressed against warm skin. Both girls blushed furiously, jumping apart.
"Damn elevator could've killed us." Dinah cursed when the door opened and the five girls stepped out.
If not the elevator, something, or should she say someone, else definitely would have. Camila thought.
