Trainwreck III
Camila's POV
I was way too drunk to be having a serious conversation, but it seems that Alejandro is too lost in his own emotions to care.
"You say shit like that without even thinking about the ones that have been there for you this entire time." He's tense and I can tell his anger is only a mask to cover his true emotions but my mind is spinning too much to actually think about what he means.
His hard set eyes find mine. "From the moment you stepped foot into my house, I've been there. I've made an effort to be there, done things I've never done for anyone. How can you sit here and say something like that to my face?" He questions incredulously, his eyes wide in outrage as they stare into mine.
But beneath all that anger, I see sadness and fear in his eyes. They search mine like he's waiting for me to tell him he's wrong but the overwhelming emotions radiating through me, cause another sob to rake through my body. "You don't understand."
He grabs my face, his determined eyes penetrating mine. "Then make me understand, Camila." He says sternly, pleading with me.
I shake my head frantically, tears streaming down my face. "I can't right now." I say, knowing my mind was way too much of a mess to be having this conversation right now.
And with a tense jaw Alejandro nods, his demeanour guarded and I can do nothing but slump into him.
He still doesn't hold me but I hold onto him. I cling onto his shirt and rest my cheek against his chest, inhaling his intoxicating sent and allowing it to give me a moment of rest.
I needed to get my thoughts in order so I could fix this.
The car ride is filled with silence as I try to gather my thoughts, yet all my will power leaves me as exhaustion sets in.
At some point when I'm on the brink of dozing off, I feel the car come to a halt. I keep my eyes shut and slump further into Alejandro not willing to get up and walk for I was far too out of it to even move.
Although he's as tense as a rod, I feel him wrap an arm around my waist before moving to get out of the car, still keeping me in his arms.
I instinctively wrap my arms around his neck and bury my head into the crook of it as I tighten my legs around his waist. I feel him walk and his other hand comes down to the skin on the back of my thighs, just below my ass.
His hand stays there and when I feel him fist the material of my dress I realize he's holding it in place and preventing it from riding up.
Despite being upset with me he's still being so sweet.
My mind is so delayed from the alcohol that by the time I feel him set me down, I don't register the cool stone of the counter against my ass until I open my eyes and realize Alejandro has set me down on the counter of his bathroom.
I rub at my droopy eyes and watch as he moves back towards me, spreading my legs and stepping between them.
His face is blank and he's quiet as he stands before me, bringing a hand out to gently grip my chin and tilt my face high. "Open." He softly commands, bringing his other hand up and it's then I notice one of my toothbrushes in it.
I open my mouth, watching his face of indifference as he places the toothbrush in my mouth and starts brushing my teeth, spreading the toothpaste out.
I watch his face that's scrunched up in concentration and his eyes don't meet mine, yet with the way he's not trying to awkwardly avoid my eye, I know he's lost in his own thoughts.
His hand on my chin holds my face up and I feel his thumb start to rub the skin beneath the pad of his thumb back and forth absentmindedly.
He then holds up a cap full of mouthwash and gently tips my head back. "Rinse." His tone is firm yet soft and I allow him to tip the mouthwash into my mouth before spitting it out into the sink on my right.
I look up at him expectantly waiting for him to speak, give me anything but he doesn't. I scan his face forcing my mind to clear up but before I can speak he swiftly turns around and walks out of the bathroom.
Guilt and frustration swim in my chest. If I could just think straight I could fix things.
Deciding I need to wash my face, I attempt to turn and reach towards the sink but multiple sloppy miscalculations on my part result in my body tipping over the counter. I land on the hard marbled floor with a thud. A strangled sound, a cross between a wince and a cry escape my lips.
The door opens and I see Alejandro burst back into the room, a packet of makeup wipes in his left hand. His alarmed eyes instantly find my figure slumped on the ground and he moves towards me, cursing under his breath.
"Cazzo, are you hurt?" He asks setting the wipes on the counter and immediately lifting me back onto the counter. He steps between my legs, as he grips both sides of my head.
I nod as tears spring to my eyes. He scans my body, tilting my face from side to side. "Where?"
"My heart." I cry softly, and he stops registering what I was trying to say and his shoulders slump in a mix of annoyance and relief.
He shuts his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, as he heaves a sigh. He doesn't speak or say anything else, instead he just shakes his head in what I presume is disappointment and grabs a makeup wipe, starting to gently wipe my face clean.
My gaze goes back to his chest as I bring my hand forward to place my palm over his heart. "And so does yours." I murmur sadly.
Alejandro pauses for a moment, he doesn't speak nor does he say anything but that moment of hesitation is enough to confirm my theory.
He's sad.
With a small sigh, I scan his dress shirt my eyes pausing on the stain of dried up slobber and makeup that I caused. I move my hand to the stain, feeling even worse that I ruined one of his shirts. "I'm sorry." I whisper, looking towards his shirt.
He doesn't reply and instead continues to wipe my face.
I bring my hands up and frown at the stain before moving forward to start unbuttoning his dress shirt. It was the least I could do considering I ruined his shirt and his night.
I struggle to get the buttons undone with my disoriented brain and I only get about half way down his shirt before Alejandro stops me with an annoyed growl."Just leave it alone." He snaps at my coordination skills.
I instantly stop trying to unbutton his shirt and instead resort to sliding my hands across the exposed skin of his chest.
His skin is soft, warm, like home.
I look up to his handsome face one more time. It's masked in indifference but I can see the hint of worry beneath all that and it's like it all clicks for me.
I pause and blink up at him in understanding. He was only trying to mask his emotions and if I had taken a step back to really look at him I would have seen what was beneath all that anger.
Worry, hurt, fear.
And despite it all he still cared for me. Like he's always done.
He's always been there for me, since the moment I met him. Before all this drama between us, he'd given me a safe place to stay, he'd offered me his complete support, he'd been there.
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