Closer to Love 💚

Chapter 2

She laughed, "King in the North."

Richard laughed, "how long have you known." He got up, going to the bathroom to throw away the condom before returning back to bed, slipping under the cover next to her. He rolled to face her, running his fingers through her hair.

She laughed as she rolled so they were face to face. She brought her own hand to his hair, to his gray streak, "I didn't put it together until we got here. You always sleep with random women?"

He laughed, "no. I honestly don't normally. You're beautiful Franny. There was just something about you I had to have. And you? Sleep with every guy you spill beer on?"

She giggled as she rolled to her back, "I know what you had to have. And no, not every guy." She smiled as she heard him laugh. "I'm actually going back to the state tomorrow."

"Disappointing. I'm leaving here in a few days. Where in the states is home Franny?"

She groaned, "stop calling me that. I hate it." She looked at him as he smirked, biting his lip, "and I'm from Seattle."

"I don't think you hate it when I say it."

She laughed as she rolled back to face him, "yeah yeah." She brought her thumb to his lips, "you bite that lip on purpose? You have to know what is does to a girl."

He laughed, "and what does it do Franny?"

She watched him for a moment, realizing he was teasing her, "can I sleep here?"

He nodded, pulling her to his chest, "please do Franny." He smiled as he heard her laugh.

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Francesca woke up in the middle of the night, remembering where she was. She groaned, how could she have slept with a celebrity? This certainly wouldn't bode well for her new job. She got out of bed gently, not disturbing Richard as she got dressed. Her halter top barely covered anything and she didn't have a jacket. She thought for a minute before grabbing his button down shirt he had worn to the club. It smelled like musk and beer, but still she found it comforting as she slipped it on. She found a small notepad, leaving her number and a small note:

I took the shirt I spilled your beer on.
I think it's fair for me to claim as mine now.
Thanks for the great night.

She hesitated before signing it:

Your Franny

She shook her head to herself, setting the note on the nightstand next to his side of the bed. She took one more look at him sleeping before slipping out of the room.

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"Fran?!" Margaret heard Francesca stumble into the room they shared, tripping over her suitcase.

"Fuck!"

Margaret laughed, turning on the light. "Well hello there. I thought you weren't coming home tonight. He was that bad?"

She groaned, removing her shoes before getting undressed and changed into pajamas. "The opposite. It was amazing. That isn't why I left."

Margaret shook her head, "I don't understand. You meet a hot Scottish guy on our last night here and you leave him in the middle of the night? Why?"

Francesca laid back on her bed, "because he's fucking Robb Stark!"

"I don't know what that means Fran."

Francesca sighed, pulling out her phone. She pulled up pictures of Richard, "Game of Thrones. Seriously, you never watch anything I suggest."

Margaret accepted the phone, "this is who you slept with? Wow. Hot."

Francesca groaned, taking the phone back before laying back down, "yes."

"I still don't get what the problem is. You said it was amazing."

She sighed, "it was. But I'm moving to LA. How am I supposed to be taken seriously if it gets out that I sleep with celebrities?"

Margaret laughed, turning off the light. "It was one celebrity that's from Scotland. You need to chill out Franny."

"Ugh. Don't call me that." She rolled to her side, staring at the wall as she thought about Richard and him calling her that. "I left him my number, why did I do that?"

"Because you're hoping to see him again? You never leave your number for your conquests."

Francesca rolled her eyes, "don't call them that. Guys can sleep with whomever they want and be congratulated and receive no consequences but I can't?"

Margaret laughed, "just go to sleep player." She laughed as she heard Francesca from the bed next to her.

Francesca stared at the wall as she thought about her night with Richard and how she would probably never see him again. She groaned in her head, reprimanding herself for leaving him her number. As if he would use it.