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Camila nearly choked on her own sip of wine at the words that came out of Imai's mouth, a delighted gasp escaping her lips before she threw her head back against the couch cushions, laughing so hard her stomach ached. Hearing her drop a line about Jackson's lack of bedroom skills was the absolute highlight of her week. "Oh, no me digas!" Camila gasped again, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye as her laughter finally simmered down into amused giggles. "The silent treatment? Because people recognized you? He really is just a little boy in a designer suit." Camila managed to push herself back up after her fit of laughter to set her empty glass down on the coffee table, then leaned her elbow on the back of the couch so she could turn completely toward Imai. "Okay, my turn. So, you know how he always brags about being this big, tough guy who loves the outdoors and roughing it? For my birthday, he insisted on taking me to this super exclusive glamping spot. We step out of the cabin for five minutes, and this tiny, fuzzy little caterpillar lands on his sleeve." The popstar paused for dramatic effect, a grin pulling at her lips as she watched Imai's expression. "Imai, I swear to you, this man let out a scream so high only dogs could hear it. He slapped his own arm so hard he bruised himself, tripped over a lawn chair, and locked himself inside the cabin for an hour until I went out with a napkin and moved it. A fucking caterpillar!"
