But then, unexpectedly, Camila's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile that caught both of us off guard.
Whatever frustration lingered evaporated, replaced by a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she stepped forward, closing the space between us, her hand intimately sliding into mine.
"Actually..." She began softly, her voice dripping with playful sweetness. "You might have a point, Bella."
I barely had time to react before she pressed her body against my side, her plump chest lightly brushing against my arm. Her touch was warm and deliberate, and her fingers tightened around mine as she tilted her head up to look at me, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.
