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Sitting in a circle with his sister and his cousins inside his room, Camilo grins as the bottle spins to a stop in front of Isabela.
Camilo whoops in victory and relief that it hadn't been him this time, and Isabela rolls her eyes at him.
"Truth or dare, Isa. Pick your poison."
She squints her eyes at him as she studies his growing mischievous grin.
What? Her suspicion was just too funny!
And he can't deny that he liked her eyes on him. They were so dark that he thought he was falling into a bottomless pit, and the only light he could see was the fire burning quietly inside her.
But the only way to feel the burn of Isabela was to annoy the hell out of her.
And Dios Mio, did he want to be set aflame.
After a moment, Isabela says, "Fine. I pick Truth."
Camilo looks to his left and shares a look with Mirabel. At the same time, they look back at Isabela and boo her. "Booo! Lame!"
Isabela scoffs, "I don't trust you two demons with a dare. You'll make me do something stupid."
Camilo stands and spins into her shape and mockingly scoffs. He flips her long luxurious hair over his shoulder and makes an ugly face. In a high-pitched voice that was his own, he mimics, "You'll make me do something stupid."
Mirabel snorts out loud while Luisa and Dolores smile in amusement.
Isabela rolls her eyes and waves a hand at him. A vine whips out and smacks him on the butt, making his shift fail as he yelps in pain. Camilo rubs his sore cheeks while grumbling.
His face heats up. He won’t say out loud how much he had liked it.
Isabela smirks and he really likes the look. Not because it was sexy as hell, but because it was honest and true. “Hurry up, tu payaso. I don’t have all day to wait for your question.”
Camilo chuckles and gives her a dramatic bow, “Si, si, mi princesa. Whatever you wish.” He peeks a look up at her and her gaze isn’t on him anymore.
She looks at the ground in front of him with red cheeks and a frown on her face.
And all he wants is for her to look at him once again.
So, he blurts out, "Who was your first kiss?"
Camilo knew it would make Isabela uncomfortable, but it also makes her eyes jump to him in shock. And something inside him relaxes and purrs.
Isabela hugs herself and looks away, embarrassed. Camilo won't deny that he likes that look on her too. She quietly asks, "What would the dare be if I don't want to do the truth anymore?"
His brow furrows in confusion. What was so hard about saying who was your first kiss? Not that Camilo knew, really, since he's never kissed anyone before.
Camilo thinks for a moment. Then he opens his mouth to say, "I would dare you to streak through Casita. Naked."
No alternative reasons for that one. Nope. No way.
Even if he's already seen her naked body in the mirror. But the body language was all him and he could tell. He'd much prefer to see the real Isabela naked.
Isabela studies his face and he stares back as neutrally as possible.
Luisa places her hand on Isabela's shoulder and gently reassures her, "Hey, you don't actually have to-"
"No. It's fine, Luisa." Isabela breaks eye contact from him and he feels the loss once again. She looks up at her sister and smiles, "I'll stick to truth."
Luisa hesitates for a moment, and then lowers her hand with a small nod.
Isabela sucks in a breath and he watches her chin rise to settle into her 'perfect' role that he hates. She was always more beautiful when she was herself. "I don’t have a first kiss. I've never been kissed before."
Everyone is quiet. Camilo feels his heart hammering in his chest.
Never kissed? Never? Like never-never? He thinks of the times he's been Isabela and pretended to kiss the mirror, just so he could see what she might look like as she leans in. And he realises, he might be the only person in this room who's come the closest to seeing it.
A nervous but excited giggle erupts from his throat before he can stop it and Isabela's eyes flash in warning, and instead of heeding it, it only makes him want to poke the bear more.
Because Isabela has always been the most beautiful when she lets loose all of her emotions- dark ones included.
"You? Pretty Isabela who has all the boys hanging onto your every word?” And boy, his acting skills must be slipping because he sounds jealous as hell. But it only fuels him to keep going as it all comes tumbling out of his mouth.
“It's just so weird that you’ve never kissed someone since you’re 21 years old. I mean, right, guys?” He looks around at everyone and they are all looking away, clearly not wanting to get into it.
“Shut up.”
Camilo snaps his head back to Isabela and she’s glaring at him. “If you don’t shut up, I’ll make you regret it.”
He shouldn’t. He really, really shouldn’t. But right here, right now, all of her attention was on him.
And he was prepared to burn.
So, he slowly grins. “Oh, yeah? Prove it, princesa. Or should I say, ‘Señorita Never Been Kissed’?”
Isabela’s eyes ignite and vines wrap around him as he shouts out in surprise. The shock ripples through him and he feels his skin shift into different people rapidly. Fast enough that he doesn’t know who he shifted into.
The other’s scramble away as Isabela marches forward to stand in front of him. She angrily hisses, “I warned you.”
She then grabs his face and melds their lips together. Camilo gasps through his nose and his brain shuts down as sparks fire off inside him. If he wasn’t being held up by Isabela’s vines, he’d be a puddle at her feet right about now.
Isabela pulls back and Camilo opens the eyes he didn’t realise he closed. He stares up at her in shock. Her smug grin and red cheeks grace his eyes as she says, “There. That shut you up.”
She turns around, her hair flying to smack him in his slack-jawed face. Some of her hair gets in his mouth and he does not mind one bit. She walks to the exit with perfect posture and a sway in her hips that he wants to experience in other ways. She looks over her shoulder and coldly says, “You need help practicing your kissing, payaso.”
Her vines retract as she closes the door, and he falls to the ground.
Mirabel is the first to break the silence. “Um. What was that?”
“Probably the best thing to happen to him in a very long time.”
Camilo glares at his smirking sister and stands up. “No, it wasn’t. You don’t know anything, Dolores.”
She levels him with a knowing look, “Don’t I?” Her eyes flick down and back up again, and she’s trying not to laugh.
He looks down and sees his erection. He blushes and covers himself.
“Okay!” His voice annoyingly cracks, “Time for everyone to leave!”
They all start shuffling out, but before Mirabel leaves, she turns around in the doorway and says, “Hey, if you ever want to talk about, you know, your feelings, then I’m here. I get what it’s like.”
Camilo is painfully hard and annoyed, so he rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration. “We all know you’re dating Tío Bruno. You both aren’t that great at acting, Mirabel. But yeah, sure, thanks. Now, goodbye.”
He shuts the door in her shocked face and makes his way back to his bed. He falls face first and screams into his pillow.
That was his first kiss! With Isabela!
‘And he was her first too’, he thinks giddily.
Camilo stews in silence as embarrassment and excitement courses through him. Until he suddenly remembers what Isabela said.
He raises his face and frowns. “What did she mean about me needing help practicing my kissing?”
An uncertain hope tingles through him, and he bounces out of his bed and rushes out the door with a grin.
He has one more thing to ask Isabela tonight.