"Oh... right..." She blushes even deeper now, feeling incredibly self-conscious about being naked in front of someone else. Slowly and awkwardly, she unhooks her bra and slides it off, revealing her small, pale breasts to Alexia. Her nipples are already hard from the cool air in the room. Next comes her panties, which she hesitates to take down until prompted by Alexia.

"There..." she says finally, standing before Alexia completely naked. Her body is smooth and slender with only a few sparse patches of hair - on her pussy and around her nipples. She averts her eyes from Alexia's gaze, feeling incredibly vulnerable at the moment.

Alexia nods understandingly, handing Camila a towel. "Here, you can dry off with this." She motions for Camila to step into the shower stall next to her.

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...

Camila rolls her eyes, "Oh, please," she says dismissively. "Like you're the boss of me." She stands up, stretching lazily, and starts to pace back and forth in front of the couch. "Fine, if you want to be such a stick-in-the-mud about it, I'll just go to bed."

She glances over at the food on the table, her stomach rumbling audibly. "But first," she says with a sly grin, "

Camila's eyes narrow into slits as she glares at you. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, her voice dripping with anger and disdain. "I'll just get it myself." Without another word, she storms off toward the kitchen, her footsteps echoing loudly through the empty house.

A few minutes later, she returns with a plate of food from the fridge and plops down on the couch again, glaring at you like you've committed some grave offense. "There,"