Camila's POV
The storm had passed hours ago, but the weight between us hadn't.
I took a deep breath and turned in his arms, pushing myself up until I was sitting on the edge of the bed. Anthony followed, blinking sleep from his eyes, still tangled in the blanket.
"We need to talk," I said softly.
His brow furrowed just a little, he looked worried. Maybe because he already knew this was coming.
I steadied myself and met his gaze. "About the kiss. About... us."
He nodded, waiting.
"I need to know where exactly we stand," I admitted, fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt. "If we're going to date—really date—I need communication. I'm not big on PDA. I'm fine with anything as long as there's honesty. No lying. And respect."
I swallowed, voice steady but vulnerable. "That's the bare minimum I'm asking for."
Anthony listened like I was the only thing in the room.
"I don't need a thousand roses. I don't want fancy dinners or grand gestures," I added, a small smile curling my lips. "I love dandelions butterflies and sun sets. The little things matter more than anything. All I want is you. Nothing else."
I wasn't used to sharing my emotions like this
My heart beat faster, words spilling out like a confession I'd kept locked away. "There's one thing I need to be honest about... and I hope it's not a deal breaker."
His eyes searched mine.
"I'm still a virgin," I said quietly, the truth hanging between us. I was scared a 17 year old virgin who had heard of that even julia lost v card and here i was embarrassed with the boy of my dreams like a fool figiting with my fingers "Even though I had a ex-boyfriend.. I never gave in. Sometimes, I'm just not really that physical."and sex is a big deal I wasn't waiting for the one but I wasn't going to just sleep with any random
His expression didn't change, didn't falter.
Anthony's POV
Her honesty hit me like a cool breeze. Not awkward, —just real.
I reached out, cupping her cheek gently. "That's fine with me. I figured you weren't much for PDA."
She laughed softly, relief in her eyes.
"I'd rather take you on a meadow date than drag you to some fancy restaurant," I told her. "I love nature. And honestly, I'm not extravagant at all."
I sighed. I want something real... something simple."
She smiled, and in that moment, everything felt clearer.
"Communication, honesty, respect... that's all I want too," I said. "We'll figure this out, Camila."
Her hand found mine, and I squeezed it, feeling like maybe, just maybe, this storm was the start of something new—something worth holding on to.
So, to be clear, her voice was small as she searched for reassurance. "You don't mind that I'm a virgin and that you're my boyfriend?"
I chuckled slightly. "I wouldn't care if you had sixty bodies. I like you, and you're all I want." I kissed her forehead and told her, "I don't care, and you're definitely my girlfriend—my one and only, my baby girl, and the princess queen of my heart."
I was stuck on her, and so was she—because I was never letting go.
I watched her lay back down and drift back to sleep I kissed her temple slightly and went downstairs to make breakfast for her
Now I know that little foodie would apriciate that .