the last few days have gone by like a flash. it's finally the weekend and we are on our way to meet up with finneas and his girlfriend at the beverly hills hotel, bil and i thought it would be ideal to get there two hours early so that way we can all chill before finn's mom's seminar thing or whatever starts, and also to have time to settle into a room billie and i booked for the weekend. it's the beverly hills hotel, we just had to! it's also her birthday in a few days, so i plan on making the most out of this 'romantic weekend getaway' as a way of spoiling her before her 20th birthday.
"please be honest, do i look nice for real?" billie asks the same question again for like 8th time after our uber informs us we're almost at our destination. a small laugh escapes me but before i even get the chance to say anything at all, billie's starts going on a whole rant about her outfit "like bro, it's the beverly fucking hills hotel. you know, i did do my research and a lot of celebrities go there alllll the time. imagine me running into, i dunno.. leo dicaprio or julia roberts or some shit and they think i'm a loser because this fit looks stupid. i gotta look nice.. do i look good? i'm not really sure about the sho-" i immediately cut her off by grabbing her chin and making her face me just so i can press my lips deeply against hers in a kiss that only leaves her speechless for a few seconds before she speaks again, her lips inches away from my own.
"does that mean i look good, baby?"
i groan and begin to pull away from her but she grabs my face in her hands and forces eye contact with me while stroking my cheeks with her thumbs. she doesn't want me to be mad and i am not, but since when does she care so much about other people's opinions? that's exactly what i tell her and she just sighs before pecking my lips quickly. "i don't. but i'd be lying if i said i don't like it when you stroke this big ass ego of mine" she states kinda playfully before pecking my forehead and the gesture alone makes my insides turn to putty while reassuring her once again she looks impeccable. our styles are like day and night but we both look nice.
FIT CHECK.
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the minute our uber drops us off, we get our key and everything and head to our hotel room. pictures don't this place justice, our jaws are practically touching the floor as we both walk in and leave the two duffle bags with our stuff we brought for the weekend by the bed before going to inspect every corner of the room together.
"i swear to god if we don't fuck in that shower my whole weekend is gonna be ruined" she says with a dramatic sigh as if she thinks i'm not gonna be up to have that sort of fun with her. when i step forward and place my hands on both sides of her face to give her a quick peck on the lips, she looks up at me with a frown and her lip jutted out adorably. "of course you'd have to wear those boots. now i look like a bottom around you" she huffs and i chuckle, pecking her lips again and teasing her by saying i know she's secretly a sub. she instantly makes a face and before she gets the chance to argue with me about that, finneas calls her to ask if we were at the hotel yet. 10 mins later we enter the ballroom where the conference thingy or whatever is being held. bil and i saying a polite hello to the people leaving goodie bags on the seats for each attendee and that's when a familiar voice not to far from us makes us both turn our heads in the same direction. there he is.
