"No one told me to change!"
"It's okay, I didn't either." Wilbur chuckles as he looks down at me.
I fold my arms over my chest, immediately feeling worse and worse as we stand in the after party. "I look stupid! Every other woman changed into a more comfortable but still beautiful outfit."
"I can assure you that you do not look stupid."
"I want a drink." I mumble, but glance down at our hands, both marked with X's to signify that we can't drink. Wilbur tried to persuade the bartender to let him since he's 21 in a week, but he wouldn't give. "I want to smoke. I don't think I've ever felt this stressed before."
"Do you wanna leave?"
I quickly shake my head. "No, it's your night."
He scoffs. "I gave out one award that everyone has already forgotten about. I couldn't give a shit about a single one of these people. This is not my night."
"Will it look suspicious if we leave so early?"
Wilbur shrugs. "Press thinking we're sneaking off to fuck is still press. My team won't mind."
"I don't want people thinking we're doing that. Your fans already hate me."
"No, they don't," He tells me with an eye roll.
"There are multiple accounts dedicated to hating me and posting awful pictures of me, Will. They hate me. Any fan girl hates when their celebrity crush gets a girlfriend."
"Well, I'll never care about any of those people, and they're aware of that." He kisses my forehead, making me blush a bit. But don't worry, I know it's all fake. "Let's just go, okay? We can smoke and drink at my place. And change into something comfortable."
I sigh, unsure if I really want to leave, but just nod. "Alright, let's go."
I keep hold of his arm as he leads me out of the party and to a limo already waiting for us. He opens the door and I climb in, sitting in the plush seats. He joins me, and the driver starts down the busy street.
"Oh, what were you gonna tell me earlier?" I look up at him.
"Uh," He shakes his head. "I, uh, I don't know. It doesn't matter."
"Just tell me."
Wilbur swipes his tongue over his lip with a sigh. "Eve."
"Wilbur."
He grins and hangs his head back. "God, I can't do it."
"Just do it! I won't judge you. What is it?"
He drops his head back down to my level and suddenly, kisses me. I haven't kissed him in two weeks, and man, I've missed his soft, precious lips. I pull away for a few seconds, looking out the window, but there's no one there.
"What was that for?"
"That was what I needed to tell you."
I give him a confused look.
"Eve," Wilbur laughs. "I like you, okay? Not anyone else. I like you. And, to be completely honest, I hate looking at you sometimes. I hate looking at you sometimes because whenever I do, I know that you're not my girlfriend. I'm reminded that I only have this fake relationship with you, only fake kisses and fake hand holds and fake whatevers. Telling those interviewers that you're incredible and make my heart stop and my breath catch wasn't a lie in the least bit. And I've tried to maybe push aside the feelings because I know you're mad at me because you think I still love Connie but I don't. I want you, and only you. I want nothing more but for you to be mine, and I to be yours."
I stare at him, finding it difficult to digest everything he's just told me. So, I haven't been completely delusional. He truly does like me, even if it's possible that he's still stuck on his ex, he still has feelings for me. "Why?" Is all I can ask.
He rolls his eyes as if my question is ridiculous. "Eve, I wasn't lying last night when I said you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. You're so insanely gorgeous that it hurts me. And you're so sweet and adorable and I just wish I could have you. I've been trying to ignore the feelings for the night, but God, you in that dress is just making everything so much harder. You're already impossibly stunning when you dress like a five hundred pound man, but then you wear a perfect dress and I feel insane and I just can't hold my feelings back."
I think I'm going to sob at his words. No one has ever confessed their love for me, especially not in a fancy limo in a fancy suit after a fancy award show. Without even thinking, I grab his face and kiss him. Yet right as I do, our driver tells us we've arrived.
We quickly thank him and get out of the limo, standing on the sidewalk and staring at each other, wordless as the car drives away. Wilbur takes my hand and walks us into our building and to his place, shutting the door behind him.
With zero hesitation, he connects our lips again, my back against his door. We fall right back into the rhythm we had before, my hands in his hair and his gripping my waist. After a few seconds, I push him away, having to catch my breath.
"Sorry, my heart is fucking racing."
"It's okay," He runs his thumb over my bottom lip. "Do you wanna smoke to calm down? I'm sure it's been a stressful night."
I quickly nod. "I, uh, I'm gonna change and then come back."
He frowns. "You gotta take that off?"
I grin with a shrug. "It's really uncomfortable."
"Alright," He chuckles. "See you in a second."
