Chapter 16

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Song for this chapter: bad influence - omah lay (this artist is soo underrated and I love his music so much!)
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"What was that for?" he asked, looking at me infatuatedly. "No reason. You are... just perfect somehow," I replied a little shyly. I hoped it wasn't too much for him to start with. He scratched the back of his head and sank his head down, smiling. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take you by surprise, I don't kn-", I was interrupted. But not from his words.

He kissed me to silence me. If we weren't in this restaurant... it was hot and I felt the passion between us. Our lips parted and he said, "Thank you... I just didn't know how to react to it." "I actually liked it that way", I said smiling and still a bit turned on and horny.

He laughed and said, "You're perfect. Like for real, you're too good to be true". "Funny, I had those thoughts about you the other day," I said back.

The whole meal we talked about God and the world. Then he called a waiter to the table and asked for the receipt. I knew exactly what he was up to and quickly took out my credit card, I wanted to be faster than him. But he just lifted his wallet, clicked a small button, and his card spiked up. He stared victoriously at me and smiled.

"HOW?" I asked him, shocked. "I'm always prepared Britt. I'll pay", then he gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. I didn't want to give up yet: "please let me pay at least half of it", I whined. "Wait a minute... No," he laughed. I snorted. "Please," I repeated myself: "otherwise I'll just transfer it to your account," I said sure of victory.

"Don't", he grinned. "You can do me another favor," his voice sounded sweet yet mysterious. "What?" I asked with interest and eagerness to see what might come next.

"Become my girlfriend," he said seriously but with the most beautiful smile on his lips. "Wha-" I began. "Brittan, I've never felt like this, so secure, accepted, normal and yet special. Loved, desired. We can talk about anything, I showed you my old home after our first date... No one I didn't know for long saw that before. Do you understand? I totally fell in love. With you". I looked at him with a big smile.

I felt it tingling everywhere in me. "Yes," I said. "Yes what?" he asked further uncertainly. "Yes. I want nothing more than you as my boyfriend! Funnily enough, I also fell in love. With you, Jadon". We both grinned at each other and gave each other a passionate kiss. "But.." I began again: "How do we want to do that? You live in Manchester, I live in Zurich."

"So what? That hasn't stopped us up to now from meeting and talking on the phone or anything else," he said, taking my hand. "I don't know if I can Jadon. And you're famous, I'm just a nursery nurse. Your fans won't be thrilled with me," I replied, laughing at that ridiculous thought. His smile turned into a serious face in a hundredth second.

"Brittan, never say that again. Please. First of all, I don't care what they think, of course I love my fans but who my girlfriend is can not matter to anyone else. Apart from the fact that they would love you. Secondly, I wanted to suggest anyway to keep it private for now. So not to make it public and not to post things. I've always been more of a private person. Please give us a try."

Although I wanted to bring further arguments why it might not end well, no sound came out of my mouth and I just smiled.

"And besides, I'm flexible, I visit you as often as possible and I can always arrange for you to come to Manchester or whatever," he said. Not only his smile but also my smile came back. "Let's try it. I really want to", I said quietly. "Thank you", he said, kissing me lovingly but firmly.

When Jadon paid and I gave up the fight over who would pay, we left the restaurant and I asked, "Stop. may I please take a picture of my boyfriend? He looks so good and I need a new wallpaper" and winked. "With pleasure, your boyfriend must be good," he replied and laughed. "If only you knew," I replied dreamily.

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