You share a massive part of yourself with me Camila.” Lauren paused to let her words sink in for a moment before continuing. “I mean, it was just yesterday that you asked me to be your girlfriend and said that you thought you were falling in love with me. We lay together on your bed and you told me how you felt about the driver and why you’d chosen to play ‘Skyscraper’ for me. You were right, ok. I shouldn’t have doubted you.”Lauren took Camila’s hand from where it still rested on her arm and held it in her own.“I’m so sorry that I didn’t trust your feelings,” Lauren said simply. “I should have done. You’ve given me no reason not to, I just, I don’t know, I guess I was just insecure and I let Rachel manipulate that for her own gains.”“I thought you knew how much I liked you,” Camila said her eyes wide but soft, the dark chocolate orbs absorbing Lauren entirely.“I do Camz,” Lauren told her quickly squeezing her hand. “Jesus…as soon as I vocalised my doubts out loud I felt guilty because I knew that they were stupid. I’ve been miserable all afternoon thinking that I’d ruined things for us, that I’d hurt you…”“You did hurt me,” Camila admitted and Lauren reached up her free hand to cup the side of Camila’s face.“I know, I’m so sorry,” Lauren replied sincerely. “You have to believe me Camz…I never wanted to hurt you. Please tell me what I can do to fix this. How can I make you forgive me?”“Promise me something?” Camila asked her tone serious.“Anything,” Lauren agreed instantly.“Promise me that from now on you’ll talk to me if you are having any doubts,” Camila said. “Don’t listen to what other people say. Trust me when I say that I’ll tell you how I feel…”“I do trust you Camz,” Lauren said. “I do, honestly.”“Can we just forget about today then?” Camila asked hopefully. “Please? I’m so sick of it. Can’t we just pretend that it’s tomorrow already?”Lauren felt tears form at the corner of her eyes in relief and she couldn’t stifle the inappropriate laugh which escaped her lips in her happiness.“I would really like that,” Lauren admitted nodding her head at Camila’s words. “You have no idea how much I would like that,” she continued, before leaning forward and placing a soft kiss on Camila’s lips.“So, you’re still my girlfriend?” Camila asked searching for clarification.Lauren kissed Camila again quickly on the lips and then once more, this time lingering there for a moment longer, deepening it as she pulled Camila close in to her, enjoying the feel of her small form wrapped up in her arms and the warmth that she was radiating against her body.“For as long as you’ll have me,” Lauren said kissing Camila’s forehead lightly, her mouth mumbling the words into the scar above her left eyebrow.Camila finally wrapped her own arms around Lauren, burying her head into her chest as she spoke next.“I hated how we left things earlier,” Camila said, her voice muffled by Lauren’s jumper. “I hated leaving you. I didn’t want to, but, I was being stupid too…”“I wish you’d let me come in to the police station with you,” Lauren told her seriously. “I should have been there with you. You’d asked me to come and support you and I let you down.”“It’s ok,” Camila replied, lifting her gaze to meet Lauren’s but she still felt awful for having not been there for her girlfriend when she’d needed her.“How was it?” Lauren asked releasing Camila from her grasp and allowing her to take a seat at the counter.Camila picked up her drink and took a sip as Lauren descended into the chair beside her.“Actually it was a lot easier than yesterday,” Camila admitted. “I guess it kind of helped that I knew what to expect.”“Did you…you know, see them?” Lauren asked her tentatively.“Him,” Camila said, “and no…well I mean I guess I did, but, I don’t know which one it was.”“What do you mean?” Lauren asked.“I couldn’t remember,” Camila informed her. “I don’t know who the driver was. I guess I never saw his face, just the car.”“You didn’t ask?” Lauren questioned surprised.“I don’t think I want to know,” Camila replied. “Not yet anyway. I’ll have to face him at some point in the future, just, not yet.”“Why not?” Lauren asked her. “I don’t know,” Camila shrugged, “I just don’t.”“Do your parents?” Lauren asked.“Yes,” Camila told her. “My dad wanted to know so they stayed a little while longer whilst I waited outside. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so angry, my mom either.”“Can you blame them?” Lauren asked.“No,” she replied. “I suppose not.”“Did they charge him?” Lauren probed interestedly.“Yes,” Camila said her voice neutral. “Apparently a lot of the eye-witnesses identified him and the car, plus, they managed to track down the garage where he’d had the repair work on the car done.”Camila paused for a moment to have a sip of her drink.“The garage still had the hood of the car in their scrap heap,” Camila went on. “They found traces of blood and have taken a sample to compare. They’re prett
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