Forelsket [{V.H}]

48

6:56 pm

June

I know Vinnie wasn't supposed to be the one to drive the car.. but I don't care. He looks hot driving it.

He glances at me, a small smirk on his lips. "You're staring."

"I know what I'm doing."

He licks his canine tooth, smiling, while he looks away from me. "That's fine cause I can't stop staring at you."

Vinnie places his hand on my thigh and squeezes, making me squirm under his touch.

"Take a left at the light."

Vinnie does what Siri tells him, and the street we turn onto becomes more clogged in front of us with cars.

I sit up in my seat and point at the massive building that looks more like a manor than a museum in front of us, at the end of the street. "That's it."

Vinnie looks in the side mirrors and quickly changes lanes, turning the wheel to go past the stopped traffic in front of us.

My heart quickens in my chest, so I look away from Vinnie and bend down to grab my camera out of my purse on the floor.

Am I fangirling over my own boyfriend?

Yes.

Oh shit that's my boyfriend.

SCREEE HES MY BOYFRIEND.

I throw the strap of the camera around my neck and the car turns to pull up alongside of the museum.

"There's valet." I tell him and Vinnie puts the car in park once it's stopped. I sigh a shaky breath and look at him.

He looks back at me with a cautious look, "You okay?"

"Nervous." I look out of the window to the valet worker as he comes up to the car, "Let's see if I cry."

"Why would you cry?" Vinnie asks me with a small laugh.

"Because I cry when I'm really nervous." I answer while my door is opened.

I stand up out of the car and into chaos, cameras flash brightly and I look over my shoulder to Vinnie whos standing up out of the car.

He looks bewildered, his eyebrows furrowing as I smile sheepishly at him.

I may or may not have a little bit of fame here.

"Juniper!"

"Sourire!"

"Regarde par ici s'il te plait!"

I wait for Vinnie as he hands the keys over to the valet and then he joins me. I hook my arm with his, carrying my bag at my side but he leans over me to take it from my grip. We ignore the photographers as we walk up to the opened doors. A bouncer stands at the door, so I take the lanyards out of my bag and show them to him.

He lets us through with ease, soft classical music echoing in the massive hallways of the building.

Vinnie leans down to me, "So when we're you gonna tell me that you're an actual celebrity in France?"