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"Señorita" I murmured when I eventually found my voice, letting out a shaky breath after a few moments of just staring at her.

She had her high heeled white boots on again, the ones we'd done countless dance steps in during rehearsals, with a pair of tight black leggings and a simple white crop top underneath her leather jacket. I licked my lips, trying to find the next words to say to her as our eyes bore holes into one another.

In the end, I didn't need to, because slowly, she started walking towards me, as though there was a magnetic pull drawing us closer. Then, she suddenly broke into a short running jump and leapt into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, her arms gripping around my neck and she hugged me tightly. I buried my face into her hair, breathing her in, tightening my grip around her. This was what I needed, her in my arms forever, there was no other way I could describe it. This was right.

"I missed you too" She eventually whispered into my ear as we held each other. I only squeezed harder in response, not trusting myself with words just yet.

There was a soft laugh behind us, "Come on you two, time for a bit of pouty-pouty, blue steel looks and adoring gazes...we've got a shoot to do darlings!" Camila's second agent, Gian cooed behind us. I resented him for his timing, couldn't he see this was about more than just a damn photoshoot? Camila pulled back and giggled and I smiled in response at the noise, eventually letting her climb off me. As she stood in front of me again, I looked down at her intently, her beautiful face showing a million emotions. I didn't know what to say next, so she took my hand and squeezed it before we headed into the studio.

Although our reunion had been affectionate and warm, the shoot itself was strange, as though there was a vacuum. The art direction was sexy, cool and grown up but all I wanted to do was goof around with Camila, make her laugh, talk to her like we used to. She was unusually quiet, and I felt far too reserved. Every time we had to do shots where we'd need to come into close contact, me holding her, her gazing at me, I would feel her shift from Camila the warm woman I was in love with, to Camila the professional performer, acting a part to get the job done. She'd smile at me shyly here and there, probably trying to remind me that we were ok and that this was all going to be fine, but I couldn't focus enough, I was desperately trying to pinpoint my emotions, figure out if this was all a mistake.

As lunch was called, I told her I had a quick phone-call to make as I excused myself from the building for a few minutes. She nodded nervously and then turned back to Gian who was talking at a rapid pace about her schedule for the rest of the day.

I dialled my dad's number and broke down to him the second he answered. I had already told him and my mom about Señorita and the music video, but I hadn't told them about the night Camila and I had spent together and what this now meant for us. I needed advice; I needed my dad's strength for this.

He was quiet whilst I told him everything, then he gave me a few moments to regain my breath before he said the words I'd needed to hear for weeks, "Shawn, don't lose sight of what is important to you. You know what you want, what you deserve. You've always known. Now go find it, son."

Ten minutes later, I walked back into the studio and went straight to Camila's dressing room, banging on her door as I waited impatiently for her to answer. I'd seen Gian and the stylists in the lounge area before her room, so I knew she was alone, this was my only chance.

As the door opened, she looked up nervously, her gorgeous features filled with anxiety. I ducked into the room, closed the door and looked at her seriously for a moment. This was what I wanted; this was what I deserved: her.
I took a step forward, pulling her close to me before I cradled her face in my palms, "Please, let me love you..." I whispered hoarsely, before leaning down and kissing her passionately. Her arms wrapped around my neck in response as she leaned into me and kissed me back, deeply and without restraint. I relaxed into the kiss and we got lost in one another. Letting myself go with her felt like the same terrifying nirvana as performing in front of thousands of people and I was hooked on it.