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"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to the airport?" Camilla asked on the phone as I was finishing up packing my suitcase. My flight home was in a few hours.

"No, babe, it's fine. I'll take the train," I insisted for the millionth time.

"The train at night is risky, you're a woman riding alone," she tried to argue, but it was pointless. She rarely ever stepped foot inside a train, only when I insisted.

"How would you know?" I joked, knowing she was probably rolling her eyes. She deserved it, though.

"Why don't you want me to take you?" For fuck's sake, why was this woman so damn stubborn?

"Because you have an exam tomorrow, remember? Also, I love being independent and don't need you to drive me everywhere," I reminded her, and also myself. It was always like this with her. I had to fight just to do the most normal things on my own.

"Fine," she replied, clearly annoyed. I felt a little bad. I didn't mean to make her upset, but I was just so tired of her offering help I didn't need.

"Did you finish packing already?" she asked, her tone still annoyed, though she was trying to mask it.

"Almost. I just need to decide between my favorite pjs," I explained, rummaging through my suitcase for my oversized Lana Del Rey tee. It was already so old, but it was still the comfiest.

"Easy—none," she replied confidently. I chuckled.

"I don't know, babe. I'll be there with my mom."

"Fair point."

"I think I found it!" I exclaimed excitedly, spotting it in the laundry hamper. It was clean—just laundry I hadn't had time to sort yet. I folded the shirt and stuffed it in my suitcase, then zipped it up and sat down on my bed.

"Can you open the door, please?" Her voice was soft, and I realized I could hear her from outside my dorm room.

I quickly opened the door and saw her standing there, holding a huge bouquet of roses in one hand and a bag from my favorite sushi place in the other.

"Hello, darling," she smiled. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into a warm hug.

"What are you doing here? You need to study," I said, taking the roses from her hand. They smelled divine.

"I missed you. We're not going to see each other for two weeks, you know." She stepped inside, and we made our way straight to the kitchen.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault, I have two more exams, love." She pecked my cheek, and I pressed my body against hers, wrapping my arm around her waist.

"Facts," I replied, grinning.

"What else do you need to do before your flight?" she asked, then kissed my forehead, lingering just a moment longer than usual.

"Shower. I've already done everything else." I watched as a devious smile formed on her lips—those plump, kissable lips.

"Good thing I invited myself over, then," she smirked, and I rolled my eyes.

"I wanted you to study for your exam," I explained. School was important, and two weeks wasn't very long.

"I'd rather shower with you, darling." Her voice was low and seductive, her eyes hooded. She was intoxicating.

"Do you?" I challenged, raising an eyebrow. "Because I still have my clothes on."

She smirked, her hands finding the hem of my shirt. Her fingers delicately grazed my skin as she leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "Put your hands up."