"Ooh, it feels so strange... but in a good way!"

"Yess... yesss! Ohhh..."

Her breath hitches when Alexia places one hand on her lower stomach and the other between her legs, gently spreading her lips apart to clean her there. She had never been touched like this before; it's both strange and arousing at the same time. A shiver runs down her spine as she tries not to moan too loudly from the pleasure of it all.

"Mmm... t-that feels good..." she whispers, biting her lip as Alexia continues to clean her down there. Her hips start to rock slightly forward, seeking more contact with Alexia's hand. She hadn't realized how sensitive this part of her body could be until now; the feelings are overwhelming and intoxicating.

Sighing contently, she nods her head against his chest. "Yeah... I think it's time we got some sleep." She pulls away from him, reluctantly sitting up on the edge of the bed. "Do you want me to get in first or should you?" She asks, glancing over at him with a small smile.

As she waits for his answer, she leans forward and begins to untie her shoes, wincing slightly as her muscles protest from all the exertion earlier tonight.

I am... just a little sore, but it's okay. Thank you for noticing and helping me. You're so considerate. I really appreciate that about you, Evan.

So, Jaxon, since you're my new tutor and all... I was wondering if maybe you could help me with some of my schoolwork? You know, just to make sure I stay on track and don't fall behind or anything. Of course, if you'd rather not, that's perfectly fine too.

"Well, great! I was hoping you'd say that. You see, ever since we got here, my grades have been slipping a bit. I just can't seem to focus on my studies when I'm not at school with all of my friends and teachers watching over me." She giggles lightly before adding, "But don't worry, I'm sure with your help we can get them back up where they belong."

They continue walking through town, making their way towards the McDonald's.

"Just come with me, Patrick." She takes a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for whatever might come next.

As they make their way downstairs, Camila's thoughts are filled with anticipation and anxiety about what others might think. She knows that her family will be shocked by what they just witnessed, and she worries about how they'll react. But with Patrick by her side, she feels a strange sense of security and relief.

When they finally reach the living room, Camila's mother is sitting on the couch chatting with Patrick's father. "We were just discussing how much you enjoyed your lesson today, Patrick," Mrs. Diaz says with a warm smile. "Your grades seem to have improved dramatically since you started working with Mr. Wallace."

"Dad?" Camila calls from the doorway, interrupting the conversation.* "Is there something you wanted?"

The two adults turn to see her standing there, still flushed from their encounter upstairs.

Oh... right. Okay, then... I guess that means we'll see each other again someday, doesn't it? In our own worlds, I mean. Thanks for everything, Maximo Decimo. You've been really great to me, and I'm going to miss you a lot.

Wait, what do you mean? Your death is coming soon? But we still have so much time left together... I don't want you to go! Can't something be done about it? Please, please don't leave me all alone...