Forbidden - Pedro Pascal

Chapter 11: "i don't know how to tell you this,"

"Oh my fucking god,"

The muffled voice in my ears woke me with a jolt. Pedro rolled over drowsily and shot up when he realised Oscar was leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, chuckling.

"Shit,"

Instinctively Pedro threw the covers more over me. Oscar turned, shutting the door slowly and scratching the back of his head.

"Sorry Oscar I didn't realise you would be here," Pedro shouted weakly through his hands.

"Came to get my wallet," Oscar yelled back.

Pedro let out a huge sigh, groaning and rolling over into my chest, mortified. I laughed nervously, trying to ignore the embrassement.

"Fuck me," he muttered into my neck, laughing lowly.

"I already did," I answered quickly, and our embrassement developed into giggling.

He shifted and I lay on his warm chest as he rubbed my arms lightly, staring up at the ceiling.

"Lily I don't know how to tell you this but,"

I sat up to look at him, still in his arms.

"Go ahead,"

He sighed, rubbing the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"I don't usually do this but, I wanna be more with you. I mean, if you want to," he looked at me with concerned puppy eyes.

My heart soared; this felt exactly as it should be. I had never heard of any of Pedro's previous relationships so assumed that, like a lot of actors, he stayed out of them. It took me by surprise, and I smiled.

"Yeah me too. I want that too,"

His forlorn eyes softened and the frown in his forehead smoothed as he bit his lip to contain his grin.

"I'm glad," he replied softly, pushing up my chin with his finger and kissing me sweetly.

I stretched, yawning. "I have to go, I have a class to teach at 4 and it's- fuck," I jumped out of bed after reading my phone: 3pm.

"Are you gonna make it?" He asked as I threw on my clothes and combed through my hair with my fingers.

"I don't know, I've gotta get home and change too. Shit,"

My heart thudded trying to work out the logistics. How was I going to get to my apartment? It had to be at least half an hour from Oscar's. 

"Hey I can drive you, I'm keeping my car in Oscar's garage so I'll drop you home and then to the dance studio," Before I could argue he was throwing on his shirt, and I thanked him gratefully.

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Despite it being a lazy Sunday afternoon, the streets of Paris were as packed as ever as I directed him down quieter side streets, racing to get home.

When we pulled up outside I thanked him, quickly giving him a peck on the cheek and running inside. I wiped away the remnants of makeup from my shower, scraped my unruly hair into a bun and yanked on my ballet cardigan and leggings, praying I had remembered the dance class I was teaching correctly. Without hesitation I chucked some dried food into the bowl for my cat, Chica, and leapt out of the door with my ballet flats in hand back into Pedro's car.

We set off immediately and he glanced at me out of the corner of his eye as he drove.

"You know you look hot when you're all flustered," he squinted at the road ahead as he pulled into the studio lot, and turned to look at me.

"And those leggings are really doing it for me too," his eyes disappeared into his cheesy grin and I rolled my eyes, grinning wide.

"Thank you so much. I'll see you later," I span around to get out of the car and his hand caught my wrist, pulling me into a kiss.

"Bye sweetheart," he yelled as I sped into the building.