MY BODYGUARD (CAMREN VERSION)

Cold

Camila's body was aching when she woke up. Being bound all night made her shoulder and arm muscles sore and even though her bodyguard was keeping her warm from behind, the cold had attacked her stiff legs.

"Things getting real cosy back here."

Camila was taken aback by a pair of worn out trekking shoes came to a stop in front of her face. Her eyes followed up the dirty green pant legs and met with a mobile phone in the hands of her captor.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Taking a picture."

Camila blinked in confusion. "Why?"

"Gotta prove I got you." Cassie clucked in disgust. "There's no trust these days."

Falling silent, Camila contemplated the woman. She didn't seem to be as scary as she had thought at first. But it was dangerous to assume too much about her. A groan from behind distracted her from those thoughts. Lauren was only just waking up which struck her as strange. Her bodyguard was usually alert and her conversation with Cassie should have woken her up from the start.

"Lauren?" Camila tried to turn. An overly warm hand covered her arm and Camila was alarmed. "Lauren, you feel hot."

Her bodyguard groaned again as her eyes opened slowly. "I have a headache," she moaned.

"Oh no, do you have a fever?"

Cassie came forward and pressed a hand on Lauren's face. "Fuck. You're sick."

Lauren coughed in reply and tried to sit up. Cassie helped and leaned her against the wall. "Thanks," Lauren croaked.

"Fucking piece of shit."

"I'm sorry," said Lauren.

"Don't fucking apologise." Cassie stepped away after palming Lauren's neck and made a call to someone. "Get me some meds for fever before you come back."

"I'll be okay after some rest," said Lauren. "It was probably too cold last night."

"Still stubborn like a loyal dog," said Cassie, making it sound like an undesirable quality. "You better not die on my hands and mess up my plans."

"I won't die."

Camila stared, open mouthed at the exchange between their captor and her bodyguard. Did she just witness an old lovers' quarrel? There was definitely a lot of history lurking under the surface tension and she did not like it much. She wasn't going to say anything right now but once they were left alone again, her bodyguard was in for a grilling.

Growing accustomed to the restraint on her wrists and ankles, Camila learnt how to work with her fists on the ground and managed to push herself to Lauren's side after Cassie went back to the other side of the shed.

"Lean on me and rest," she said to her bodyguard.

Lauren lifted her head from her arms and smiled at her. "You're gonna be really sore if I do that."

"But you got a fever because you were keeping me warm."

"I got a fever because it was cold. It's not your fault." Lauren patted her shoulder. "Are your arms sore?" she asked.

Camila nodded. "Do you think you can ask her to untie my hands?"

"I don't think I can ask her to do anything," Lauren replied while positioning herself to massage Camila's arms.

"But she's your ex. You know each other."

"She owes me one but I won't call for the favour yet."