battle of the bands (and babes) ~ camila/you

chapter seven

Camila woke me from my nap. I looked up to see where we were, but all I saw was sun.

"Hey, baby." She giggled. "We're here."

I couldn't help but stare at the two most beautiful things in my vision: her and the beach that stretched for miles and miles. It was so beautiful, and I couldn't help but stare.

We pulled into the front lot of the hotel, which was right on the beach. The valet took our car as we tried to figure out where we were going next.

"Babe, what floor is our room on?" I asked. She smiled, as if she was keeping a secret. "Babe, how high up is it?"

"I may or may not have gotten the penthouse suite." She murmured. Holy shit. I was about to ask how, but then I remembered the Cabellos were the best lawyers on the entire coast.

We got onto the elevator, and it was the longest ride ever mainly because we had to get all the way to the top. We met some interesting people in there. One woman was a professional dog walker. Another was a man here for a ping pong tournament championship.

As we got to the final floor, I casually stepped out of the elevator while Camila began to run.

"Race you!" She yelled to me. Oh, it was on.

I grabbed my bag and ran. I managed to pick up speed halfway down the hall, and as soon as I caught up to her, I pinned her against the wall.

"Say 'Uncle'!" I told her.

"I can say 'Daddy'," She whispered in my ear.

"Shut up." I chuckled.

"Make me." We broke our eye contact and started kissing passionately. I grabbed her waist and brought her closer to me, if that was even possible. My tongue slipped into her mouth, which caused her to moan loudly. We stopped after that, only because the elevator rang and we didn't want anyone watching us make out in the lobby.

The room was beautiful. It had it's own kitchen, living room, master bathroom, and of course, a master bedroom for two. The room looked like something out of a fairytale, and Camila was my princess.

"So, what's first on your list of things to do with me?" I asked her.

Camila pulled out from her bag a physical list, going down it to see what we could do.

"How about we go get some acai bowls from the pier and then head to the beach?" She read.

"Sounds cool, I've never had an acai bowl." I agreed.

"Neither have I, but they have to be good because Normani goes there all the time." Camila said, disappearing into the bathroom to change.

I changed into a black bikini and black board shorts, putting a tank top over it as well as a snapback. Suddenly, Camila emerged, wearing an extremely hot bikini. It fit so well on her. I couldn't stop staring.

"Oh, you like it?" Camila shook it off as if it was nothing. "Just another purchase from Victoria's Secret. If you like that, you'll absolutely love what I have planned for tonight."

I was turning red as Camila threw a dress over her body. 'Aw, darn.' I thought to myself. 'Good thing I'm patient.'

We walked to the pier, and we stopped at the acai bowl restaurant. I got a Nutella Bowl, while Camila opted for the Elvis, which was just peanut butter and bananas. If she's not eating pizza, she's eating bananas.

"Wait. This is healthy?!" Camila asked, clearly confused. "It tastes so good."

"Maybe this is what Normani considers her guilty pleasure." I joked. "Like, maybe this is her junk food."