Chapter Eleven Something About Her
Camille woke up slowly. For a second, she just stared at the ceiling.
Then she remembered where she was. Paris.Yesterday was unbelievable.
The fact that Simone somehow had every second of the day planned without ever telling her.Camille laughed quietly to herself.
She rolled onto her side and pulled the blanket up a little higher.
Then she thought about the foot massage.
Of all the things that happened yesterday, why was that thing stuck in her head? Simone was always thoughtful. Always. But it was different, or maybe not. Maybe just more obvious.
She stared at the wall for a second. Then sighed and rolled over and froze.
Simone was still asleep.Camille wasn't used to seeing her like this.
Doing nothing, and right now she was completely still.
Her hair was a mess.One arm was stretched across the bed.
The blanket was halfway twisted around her.
Camille smiled.She looked nothing like the perfectly put-together woman that had spent the last twenty-four hours planning their entire trip.
That made her smile even more.She didn't know exactly what it was.
But somewhere deep down, she knew she liked it.
She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling.She's your best friend.
Camille groaned softly and rubbed her hand over her face.
Then she looked over again.But the truth was, the way Simone had been acting lately wasn't exactly friendly either.
The looks. The compliments.Then she giggled quietly to herself and sat up.Camille stood and quietly walked into the living room area.
She grabbed a glass from the kitchen and filled it with water.As she took a sip, she realized she was still smiling.
Still thinking about Simone.What is wrong with me?
She looked towards the bedroom. Then toward the balcony doors.
She wondered what they were doing today.After a moment, she set the glass down and walked back into the bedroom.
Simone was still asleep.Camille stood there for a second, looking at her before walking over and sitting on the edge of the bed.Gently, she shook her shoulder.
"Simone." Nothing.Camille smiled."Simone, wake up.
"Simone barely opened her eyes before turning the other way and pulling the covers over her head.Camille laughed.
"Really?""What time is it?" Simone mumbled from underneath the blanket.Camille moved closer and pulled the covers down.
"It's Paris. Now wake up."Simone groaned dramatically and rolled onto her back.
When she looked over, Camille was smiling at her.Simone narrowed her eyes.
"What?""Nothing."Simone continued staring.
Camille laughed."I was just wondering what we're doing today.
""You couldn't wait an hour?" Simone asked.
"Or go back to sleep?"Camille shrugged."I was distracted.
"Simone raised an eyebrow."By what?"Camille hesitated.
Then giggled and looked down."Nothing." Simone smiled.
"Mhm.""So, what are we doing today?"Simone stretched her arms above her head.
"What do you want to do?"Camille thought about it for a second.
"How about a walk? Then maybe breakfast?
"Simone sat up."Okay.""Okay?""Yeah," Simone said.
"That sounds really nice."Camille smiled.
"No plans?""Well," Simone said, "the plan was to stay in bed, order room service, and relax.
"Camille laughed."But I like your plan better.
"Camille looked down, smiling at herself.
A second later she realized she was blushing.
Unfortunately, Simone noticed too."Aww."Camille looked up.
"What?""Now you're blushing."Camille laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever." She quickly stood and walked toward the dresser. Behind her, Simone was still smiling. Camille stood in front of the dresser, looking through her clothes.