The exchange (camren) English Version

Chapter 104

Camila's POV

“You never told me about your friends..” she commented “how are they?”

“Hm, they are different, let's say it that way” I said and smiled “Sandra is very crazy and sometimes tough, but she can be very whiny when she wants to” I smiled even more when remembering it

“And Marielle is the funniest person I have ever met” I said and looked at her “Of course Taylor is too, only that Marielle has something special, something unique. I sighed. I've known them before I knew how to write the word ‘friendship’.” I said and we smiled together

“My oldest friend is Drew...” Lauren said, raising and lowering her fingers by my arm
“of all he is the most normal” she smiled, as if she remembered something “I have an eternal debt to him, for all the times I kicked him when he tried to open my eyes.” she said and sighed

“Now he is your family” I said looking at her “your brother-in-law.”

“He was always part of the family” she answered, cradling me better in her arms “he was always like a brother.”

I leaned on her abdomen, and smiled.

“You know, I'm very proud of you” I said, running my hand down her arm
“when I got here, it seemed impossible to hear you say something like that.”

“You changed my destiny...” she said and I met my eyes in hers “you're saving me every day.”

“Because that was not your destiny. It never was.” I said and then I put my lips to her face and gave a quick kiss on her cheek, Lauren closed her eyes for a moment and wrapped her arms around my waist. I leaned my forehead into hers, feeling her breathing caressing me, pressing her lips over mine, inviting me to kiss them, only with the first touch.

I put on her body while her tongue explored every place of my mouth, her hands came up all over my back and mine went down her arms, squeezing them. Our hearts beat together, at the same rhythm, completing. As well as each part of us, that fit. And that feeling of fullness with something seemingly trivial, that need to always have her near, everything that I am when I am with her... if that is not love I don't know what else it can be.

Camila's POV

She lowered her lips to my neck, my whole body responded to the small caress I had already missed. Her lips brushing over there, my reason going and leaving me crazy in her hands.

I bit my lower lip hard holding back a moan, while closing my eyes and pulling my head back a bit, giving her better access to my neck. I clutched my fingers in her hair, caressing them, feeling her hot, molded mouth trace a line of fire on my skin.

A little low sigh escaped my lips, she smiled and looked at me, sealing me again. We opened our eyes almost at the same time, mine collided with hers and no words needed to be said, her hand came to my face and touched my cheek, caressing it.

I put my hand over hers and closed my eyes, only feeling her. When I opened them again Lauren was looking at me with a tender smile on her lips.

“I could write a million songs about your eyes” she commented, placing a wick of hair behind my ear.

“and I could always listen to them.” I said

A while later we were lying on her bed, fingers intetwined, seeing nothing, lost in thoughts that certainly collided. Until she had the courage to speak up.

“What will happen when your exchange ends?...” she decreased her voice at the end of the sentence.

“I will return to Mexico and you will stay here.” I answered the obvious, because it was time to stop closing our eyes and see reality. Although it was hard and cold. She caught me with her eyes

“I understand what you mean” she said and sighed

“What do you want me to say?” I asked, looking her.

“I do not know; ‘I don't want it to end’?” she suggested, subtly.

“I don't want it to end” I repeated, with all the sincerity I had.

Each day that ended left me sad.
“Why do things have to be so complicated?” she asked me every second.

Although she and I are not more than two passengers, let's say it like that, I feel as if my whole life revolves around her. And I don't know how I'm going to live far from that. How can I continue without a part of me?

The answer came at once, clear and light as the wind: I can't.

“Sometimes I want time to freeze” she commented, stroking my arm.

“I would like that too although I am dying from missing some people in Mexico.”