Page 130 of Dissolving Prejudice

“You’re such a slut.” I pinched his right nipple while ignoring his sweaty skin. “Dancing shirtless.”

Camilo laughed before he cupped the back of my nape and planted a big kiss on my lips.

“Says the skank.” He then glanced at where the rest of our crew was. “What did you get us?” he asked after letting go of me and moving over there to check for himself.

“Just some quinoa bowls and garlic bread.”

“Fuck yeah,” Camilo cheered while taking two bowls out, one for me and one for himself. And as he went over to the other bag, probably for some delicious vegan garlic bread, I took a second to appreciate this moment. We’d had many days like this already. Ordinary days. Days I savored every minute of because living life, my life, the way it should be lived felt so damn good.

After spending my entire lunch break at the studio with Camilo and the others, I went back to Renieri’s headquarters. I’d just stepped out of the elevator on my floor when I received a text. Pulling out my phone and swiping it open, a big smile spread on my face.

Camilo: Did you drive back safely?

Ignoring his unjustified fear about my amazing driving skills and instead of typing a simple yes, I took a quick selfie of myself and hit Send. I watched the three dots pop on my screen, telling me he was typing back before I received another text.

Camilo: Fuck.

Camilo: You’re gorgeous.

“Hey, Shay-Lee,” Tiff—another designer—greeted me as she came out of the fabric room.

“Hey,” I called back, and once she passed me in the hall, I went back to my phone to see Camilo had texted me more.

A lot more.

Camilo: You’re so pretty.

Camilo: I fucking can’t with how pretty you are.

Camilo: I love you so much.

Camilo: Say it back already.

Camilo: Shay-Lee.

Camilo: Llorón.

Camilo: Tell me you love me already.

Unable to hold back a laugh, I snorted.

Me: You’re sooo desperate.

I got inside my office and kicked the door closed, my eyes fixed on the screen.

Camilo: I am.

Camilo: 100% desperate for your ass.

Me: Pig.

Camilo: Not my fault seeing your face makes me horny.

I slumped my ass on my chair.

Me: Contain yourself.

Camilo: You’re too cruel.