Tease I
Camila's POV
Who knew that having a gun shoved into the side of your head could make you feel like such shit?
I mean, seriously did that asshole have to push it so deep that I could feel it all the way in my toes? And now thanks to that fuck face, I had a headache.
No scratch that, a migraine.
Not to mention, my body was exhausted from all the adrenaline and stress. It got so bad that when I got home, I barely had any energy to shower.
When I finally willed my limbs to get up and into the shower, I was rewarded with the sensation of hot water soothing my tense skin. I needed it.
The time alone in the shower gave me time to think and as much as I disliked it, my mind kept wandering to Alejandro.
He'd handled the situation with such control and ease. I hated him for it because somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn't get over how attractive that was.
And when I got too carried away and started thinking about how much I missed him, I cut my shower short.
I wouldn't succumb to those thoughts. I still wasn't satisfied with his apology.
I slip on a nightie, preoccupy myself with my skincare routine and finally when I've gotten him out of my mind and am ready to slip into bed, a knock sounds on my door before it slowly creaks open.
The man in question slips into my room, his large presence unmistakable and I swallow down the emotions bubbling to the surface at the sight of him.
Broad shoulders, messy hair, tired eyes, sleeves folded up, and two three buttons popped form the top of his dress shirt.
And although all signs pointed to a tired man, I couldn't help the way my heart leaps at the sight of him.
Ugh. Fuck him.
"Hey." My tone is reserved as I turn around and busy myself with pulling back my duvet, preparing my bed.
Anything to look away from him.
He doesn't respond, but the sound of his footsteps creak and my back burns with the feel of his stare.
I shrug it off.
I didn't care.
With a sigh, I attempt a casual yet reserved conversation in hopes of sending him the hint, I still didn't want to see him.
"Did you just get..." I turn around, my body tensing when I realize he's a lot closer than expected. "Home." I finish off, exhaling a long breath.
"Mhm." He hums distractedly, the sound deep from his throat.
He steps even closer, my chest nearly brushing his and despite my brain hating him, my body wants to melt at his proximity.
I divert my gaze when I feel his eyes scan my face. "Have you eaten anything?"
I can hear the smile in his voice when he responds. "I haven't." And with that he steps to the side and takes a seat on my bed.
I don't know what pisses me off more, the way he sounds so smug or the audacity he has to sit on my bed.
My hand forms a fist at my side as I turn towards his seated form on my bed. "What's so funny?"
I watch the crinkles in his dress shirt constrict against his muscular shoulder and forearm as he reaches forward, grips my wrist, spreading his legs and pulling me right between them.
I remain tense though butterflies threaten to explode. He tips his head and looks up at me, a small smile on his face. "How despite being upset with me, you still care about my well being."
I move my gaze to study the hair on his head. "Is there a purpose to all this?" I grit. "Because I'm quite tired-"
Aside from his thumb rubbing up my wrist, something cold presses to the skin and I glance down to see him sliding mamá's diamond bracelet onto my wrist.
More butterflies.
He got it back for me.
But I don't speak and when he finally clicks the bracelet into place, he breaks the silence. "I miss you."
Those words wreck havoc in my mind as I try to hold onto that resolve. I pull my hand out of his grasp and make a move to walk away. "You were a complete asshole."
Yet he grips my other wrist and in one fast motion pulls me down onto him, where I fall into his lap, only steadying myself with my knees on either side of his thighs and my hands on his shoulders. "I know."
I watch his face, completely calm and neutral as if he hadn't just pulled me to straddle his lap. He pushes my hair behind my shoulder and I calm down when I realize he's going to click my diamond earrings into place.
"I still hate you." I breathe, but even as I say them, the words don't feel true, he pauses before clicking in my second earring.
Rough calloused fingers linger down the side of my neck and his eyes find mine, his voice a low murmur. "Please don't."
And those words make me far more emotional than I'd like to admit. "You were just..."
How could I sum everything I was feeling into one word? A sentence even. The weight I felt these past few days was far greater than just a few words. It couldn't be summed up into a sentence.
I was so tired of having to be so angry and tough just to hide the hurt. "So mean." I finish off in a whisper as I withhold the urge to cry at how pathetic I sound.
He slips a hand behind my neck and pulls my face close to his so that he can place a kiss atop my cheek. "And I hate myself for it."
That makes me feel slightly better.
I pull away and blink up at him, the tiniest bit of hope in my voice. "You do?"
"Yeah." He breathes, an arm slides around my waist and he buries his head into the side of my neck. "If I hadn't been such a ass, I wouldn't be spending my days miserable and missing having you around." He exhales a long breath.
I don't push him away for I wanted to hear how miserable he was without me. I bite down on my lower lip. "Did you really miss me?"
He hums against my neck, sending a shock through me. "It got so bad that I even missed your bratty ass commentary."
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