Say You Won't Let Go

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"Are you sure it's a good idea to go back to your house?" Lauren stresses, wringing her hands together as I knock on the door. "What if your dad yells at me or something?"

"It will be fine. He's not going to yell at you—we'll just zip past him with a quick hello, say we have to go, and he'll be fine with it." I assure her, grabbing her hand and kissing her pinky. "Promise."

Lauren just nods because before she can speak, the door opens and my dad appears in the doorframe.

"Hi, girls!" He grins when he sees us, his tone upbeat but he looks tired.

"Lauren has to pee." I blurt out, tugging Lauren by the hand upstairs.

"The bathroom is downstairs but okay." Alejandro shrugs, calling back up to us. "Don't get too crazy!"

"See?" I say to Lauren once we reach my room. I shut the door behind us. "He doesn't really care as long as we don't... you know."

Lauren's whole face flushes a bright pink. "Yeah." She squeaks, hugging herself. "He doesn't have to worry. I'm not like that. We're not even together officially. I haven't ever—"

"Hey, it's okay, Lo." I stop her, taking her hands to calm her. "Calm down. I know. Me too. Let's just take our time. Yeah?"

"Yeah." Lauren hums, nodding. I smile at the girl in front of me. Plopping down on the bed, I lay back.

"What time does Patricia and Jerry want you back?" I ask, looking up at Lauren.

"They said they didn't care as along as I texted Ally when I was walking back so she could meet me halfway." Lauren explains, sitting down beside me. "Why?"

"You look so stiff and uncomfortable in that dress. Why don't you put on some of my pajamas so we can cuddle?" I suggest.

"Yeah, okay. I'm down." Lauren nods.

I squeal and jump up from the bed. I go to dig through my dresser when I feel a hand on my wrist.

"But first..." Lauren says softly, biting her bottom lip to hide a smile.

I roll my eyes, "after I get our pajamas." Lauren seems content with this and I pull out some sweat pants and a t-shirt her for.

"Here." I toss it to her and she catches it. She leaves to go find somewhere else to change.

I grab myself some pajamas to wear and I quickly change into them in the corner. Lauren returns, dress in hand. She sets it by my clothes and sits down on the bed. Her hair is slightly tousled to one side, making her even more attractive.

Walking over to her, I cup her face in my hands.

"Hi." I hum, leaning down and kissing her lips. She immediately reciprocates, leaning back.

I put my knee down on the bed, crawling up on Lauren, our lips connected. She wraps her arms around my waist, exhaling a shaky breath into my mouth—it might as well have been her heart.

She pulls on my shirt slightly and I run my fingers through her hair. She takes a sharp intake of breath when I bite down on her bottom lip.

"Camz..." she murmurs, hooking her thumbs into my front belt loops. I slowly move my hands away from her face to wrap them around her neck.

Seconds turn into minutes but our hearts race with light-speed. One kiss after the other, each move different the last.

Soon, Lauren's on her back and I'm hovering over her. Her cheeks are flushed red and her lips are swollen—but she still looks like a masterpiece