Think Again (Camren)

The Mendes Punch

Lauren's PoV

Once I took my coat off when we got to the dance, Camila immediately dragged me into the girls change room and shoved me against the brick wall, kissing me hard. Her hand was bunching up the bottom of my dress and if it weren't for the toilet flushing, I was sure she would've pushed her limits and I'd be getting a good quickie in.

"Damn." she whispered, her forehead resting against my briefly before she pulled back. I had on an off-black dress that bared one shoulder while the other had a strap wrapped around it. The bottom just covered my thighs perfectly, enough to leave Camila wanting more.

"We should join the others," I smiled and laced my fingers with hers briefly before allowing her to step ahead of me, checking out her backside appreciatively.

"I grabbed us a table," Madison smiled as all six of us made our way through the massive crowd.

I noticed a lot of the other girls were wearing corsages and I immediately cursed myself. I never did get Camila one to wear. No one would have to know who it was from.

"What's wrong?" Camila asked, noticing my deep frown.

"I never got you a corsage," I pouted even more when I noticed Sammy was wearing one.

"Oh," Camila let out a soft smile and dug in one of her inside pockets her blazer held. She pulled out a white orchid corsage and blushed, opening the plastic case. She inspected it carefully and asked for my wrist. We shared a loving look as she slipped it onto my wrist and left her hand in mine longer than she should have. I didn't mind.

"Camz," I breathed and looked at her with amazement, "it's beautiful, thank you."

"I uh, I wasn't sure what your favourite flower was and since I love orchids, I'd share it with you." She blushed and ducked her head; a few loose strands of hair fell in front of her face. She really looked absolutely stunning her pant suit. Damn that woman could pull off the sexiest feminine butch to have ever walked the planet. I knew that for a fact.

Madison, Trixie, Sammy and Sofi were in the middle of the dance floor with other students dancing. I wanted to dance too but I remembered Camila admitting she didn't do sober dancing.

"Come on," she rolled her eyes and placed her hat back on her head as she took my hand, pulling me up to my feet. Her eyes raked up and down my body before dragging me to the dance floor with the other girls.

Camila was dancing just for me. She was actually up and dancing without alcohol pumping though her veins.

For me.

I was definitely loved.

* * *

After a dozen or so dances, Camila pulled me off the floor and I could tell she was a little worked up. We tried not to put on a show but with some of the music the DJ was playing, I couldn't help but allow my hands to wander to her perfect hips as she swayed to the music.

She was a liar.

Camila could definitely dance.

"I need a drink!" She gasped, waving hat in front of her to cool herself off. She had taken off her blazer about seven songs back and her grey buttoned up shirt had a few buttons undone on top, leaving me and the rest of the school, an eye full. "Did you want one?"

I licked my lips, tasting the salt on my lips from the sweat, and inhaled deeply. I was extremely aroused since I laid eyes on her at her house earlier that night, I was having one hell of a time trying to compose myself. I nodded silently and she smirked, taking off towards the punch bowls.