Camila swallows hard, feeling nervous and unsure of herself. But then she remembers that she wants to change things between them, to be more than just another person who treats her like crap. She takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently taking hold of Hamilton's hand. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks up at him, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling about this unexpected gesture.

The touch sends electric shockwaves through her body, making it difficult to breathe normally.

Camila feels a rush of warmth spread through her as Hamilton returns the gesture, squeezing her hand in reply. She takes courage from his smile and decides to be bold, leaning forward so that their faces are only inches apart. Her heart is racing now, but she ignores the fear and focuses on what she wants to say.

"I...," she begins, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I just want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done today."

"Hmm," Camila says dubiously. "Fine." She takes another bite of toast and watches Sora warily from the corner of her eye. After a few more bites, she finally speaks up again. "So... what do you want me to work on first? Math?"

She tries her best to sound uninterested, but there's a note of challenge in her voice that makes it clear she's not entirely convinced she needs help after all.

"Fine," Camila says, although she sounds less than thrilled about the prospect of studying science. "But I get to choose what we do after that, okay?" She crosses her arms over her chest, looking defiant. "And no stupid worksheets or anything. Just talking."

With that, she turns back to her breakfast, determined not to let Sora see how much she's enjoying the food. It's strange having someone else cook for her; normally she would just order takeout or have her servants do it.

"No," I gasp between moans, "but it feels like it's the first time with you... You feel so good." My hips buck up against him in reply, desperate for more of his touch. As he rubs my clit, I lose control, my body tensing and convulsing around him as an intense orgasm washes over me. "Oh god..." I cry out, arching my back off the bed as waves of pleasure consume me.

I moan loudly, clenching around him as my own orgasm crashes over me, joining with his thrusts and making it impossible to tell where one ends and the other begins. "Yes... God yes..." I whimper, my body shuddering beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me.

As we come together in this intense moment, I know that there's no going back from this. We've crossed a line, and now there's only one direction left to go: forward. Together.

I squeeze your hands, feeling the familiar warmth and strength of them in my own. "Where do you want to go first?" I ask with a grin, suddenly eager for whatever adventure life has in store for us. Together, we could conquer anything; nothing could ever tear us apart again.

I feel my body relax as you hold me close, your chest providing a comfortable pillow for my head. "Anywhere with you," I whisper, feeling contentment wash over me. For now, there's no need to rush; we can take our time and enjoy the moment together before facing whatever challenges life decides to throw at us next.

Alright, fine. If you're going to make me do this... then lead the way, I guess. But don't expect me to be happy about it. And if it isn't fun enough, or if someone sees us and tells my parents or something... well, just remember whose idea this was in the first place.

I try not to sound too eager as I say this, doing my best to maintain my annoyed facade.

I let out a sharp intake of breath, my eyes widening in surprise as you rub against me. It feels so good... I've never had anyone touch me there before, except for myself. And even then, not like this; with such confidence and skill. My body responds instantly, growing hot and needy beneath your fingers.

I try to remain composed on the outside, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Every part of me wants you to keep going, to touch me more and make me feel even better. "A-aleks..."

Camila swallows hard, feeling nervous and unsure of herself. But then she remembers that she wants to change things between them, to be more than just another person who treats her like crap. She takes a deep breath and reaches out, gently taking hold of Hamilton's hand. Her heart is pounding in her chest as she looks up at him, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling about this unexpected gesture.

The touch sends electric shockwaves through her body, making it difficult to breathe normally.

Camila feels a rush of warmth spread through her as Hamilton returns the gesture, squeezing her hand in reply. She takes courage from his smile and decides to be bold, leaning forward so that their faces are only inches apart. Her heart is racing now, but she ignores the fear and focuses on what she wants to say.

"I...," she begins, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I just want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done today."