The Instagram live (Camila/you)

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You don't know how long you both sat on the floor for. It could have been minutes, hours. Heck, even days and each second of that spent holding Camila would have made all the achy limbs worth it. She was still holding onto you, but now, her grip had loosened ever so slightly showing she was no longer afraid you'd push her away. Her breathing was soft, steady, content, and each time she shifted, you'd tighten your own grip around her just that bit more to keep her close.

Eventually however, your butt begins to go numb, and you knew that you should probably move before it begins taking on that achy feeling that made you wince.

"My ass is numb," you murmur, not knowing how else to break the silence. "Can we move to the couch?" You ask, very much wanting to continue this little display of affection you had going on but not at the expense of your butt.

Camila laughs softly as she nods, reluctantly pulling herself out of your arms and rising to her feet. When she holds out her hand, you take it, allowing her to pull you to yours. You ignore the aching you feel as she leads you to the large corner couch, but the sigh that escapes your lips as you sit down obviously wasn't as subtle as you thought it was.

"Better?" She asks with a smirk as she sits herself down next to you, easily settling against your side when you hold open your arm inviting her to do so.

You nod with an embarrassed laugh, and Camila gives you an affectionate squeeze as she lets out a content sigh of her own. You doubt it was because her ass was no longer numb, unlike the reason for yours was, but it had the same effect anyway.

Resting your head against the back of the couch, you begin to gently graze your finger tips over the material of the shirt that was covering her arm.

"Can we order food soon?" The question was muffled against your shoulder, but you heard it loud and clear and couldn't help but laugh lightly in amusement.

"You hungry?" You question quietly, and Camila nods her head as she watches the tips of her fingers play with the material of your shirt. You couldn't help but smile a little at the endearing sight, tightening the arm you had wrapped around her a little.

"Sure," you murmur, "what would you like?"

She bites her bottom lip in deliberation for a short second before replying, "Pizza."

"Okay," You agree, shifting slightly to pull out your phone from your pocket. Camila watches as you unlock it and select Uber eats, placing two medium pizzas into the basket before checking out. You see her credit card info still there and go to change it to your own, but a hand stops you. You look down at her with a frown, "you paid last time. It's my turn."

Camila hesitates before reluctantly nodding her head, and you smile triumphantly as you successfully change the info to your own. After adding her address -unsure on how this type of thing works in a neighbourhood like this- you order the food before once again locking your phone and placing it down onto the couch next to you.

"You don't look at the map?" She questions as her hand falls to your lap, pointer finger poking your wrist silently telling you to intertwine your hand with her own. You comply without complaint, melting at the cute look you receive in response.

"Not normally," you admit, "I just order and wait to hear a knock my door. If I watch, I tend to get overly impatient."

Camila nods her head in understanding, "I'm the opposite. I will literally not take my eyes off of it until I see its here." She laughs lightly, adjusting herself slightly by bringing her legs up onto the couch. Her knees end up settling against your thigh, and you silently accept the action with a soft squeeze.