CAMERON'S P.O.V
The rain played an orchestra of beats against the cemented roads surrounding the mansion. Shayla had been right, the rain here wasn't sweet or melodic, instead it had been
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"You look absolutely stunning," Cameron whispered, his hot breath trailing the side of my face as I giggled. "You don't look half bad yourself," I chuckled, nudging his shoulder lightly with mine to warn him to maintain distance. He cleared his throat and took a step back, with me flashing him a sly smile that mirrored thousands of promises that I intended to keep -- of sneaky kisses and racy heartbeats."So, is there any sort of.. protocol I need to keep in mind?""Yeah," I stated, turning to face him,"Don't look at any one of the opposite gender. Don't talk. Just keep smiling, don't be a picky eater, pretend to listen to everything, and oh- compliment the food."He gaped. "Shall I not breathe too?""Mhm well," I clicked my tongue,"You can breathe, but not too hard or they might call you rude for disruption of the atmosphere at the dinner table.""That's some tough stuff," He shook his head, laughing,"But really, I am so anxious that I feel like moving to a remote town
CAMERON'S P.O.V"He.. He told me that Baba was the one who.. ordered him to.. push me off the stairs."
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"So, Rashmi," I grinned at her, a grin so fake and bright that I was very sure that I saw Cameron flinch,"What a coincidence, huh?"
CAMERON'S P.O.V"Please stop crying, Mille," I tried again, but failed miserably as she only cried harder. I sighed, panic creeping in.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Jesus everloving Christ, what are you wearing Bryan?" Is the first question that Easton had asked as he opened the door.
CAMERON'S P.O.VThis was going to be a long, long night.
SHAYLA'S P.O.V"Well, this is a sight I can get really, very, genuinely used to," Cameron commented, his hands gripping my waist,"Good morning, love."
CAMERON'S P.O.V"So," Camille began once she had been sufficiently caffeinated on her fifth cup of coffee in the day,"You and Shay, huh? Wow."