You knew me already?//Billie Eilish

telling the truth

August 28th:

-Billie's pov-

[...]

We both tried catching our breath after whatever that was. "Damn, I missed this," I said, breathing heavily. We lay together, our hands spread out like an eagle. Aftercare was very important to her, so I rolled over and brushed Lisa's hair out of her face, admiring her features. 

"How are you feeling? Did you enjoy that?" I asked her.

"Yes, very much, Bobby. I'm feeling a bit weak, but I really liked it.", she explained.

"I'll order room service. Do you want me to choose for both of us?" I asked, knowing she'd say yes because she is indecisive as fuck.

"I'd love that."

Getting up, I grabbed the menu and called reception to place the order. I opted for two vegan burgers with truffle fries and a side salad. I also ordered a fruit sorbet and a chocolate lava cake with vanilla ice cream.

"They said it'll take about 30 minutes to bring it to the room. Let's hop in the shower. Come on, baby," I informed Lisa.

We stepped into the walk-in shower, and I turned on the water. Carefully, I rubbed her body with shower gel using a shower glove. She gave me a loving gaze, and I couldn't resist kissing her. We made out for a few minutes before I rinsed off the remaining product. We wrapped our hair in towels and put on bathrobes. Lisa insisted on giving me a back massage and obviously accepted it.

She warmed the lotion between her hands so it wouldn't be cold on my skin. As she began stroking, I felt relaxation wash over me. Each stroke brought a wave of calmness. It was as if she had an innate understanding of where my back was sore.

When there was a knock on the door, Lisa got up and let room service in. "Good evening! Would you like me to set dinner on the table or leave it on the bar cart, miss?" the gentleman in the suit asked.

"You decide, Lisa," I said. I knew she disliked making choices, even small ones, but I honestly didn't care where we would eat.

"At the table would be great, thank you," she said, smiling at the gentleman.

Once he left the room, I sat down at the table, where we enjoyed our dinner together. The food was delicious. Lisa did a little happy dance while trying the French fries, which I found very cute.

"Where are the others? Are they in their rooms or doing something else?" she asked curiously.

"We were all pretty tired from the flight. They mentioned taking a nap earlier and said we'd meet later to spend time together, so I guess they're all still in their rooms," I explained.

"Who exactly are 'the others'?" she asked curiously, as I hadn't told her about my travel companions before.

"So, it's Finn, Claudia, Zoe, and Dante. My parents couldn't join us because my mom was busy with her organization in L.A. We told them not to worry and that we could handle it alone," I explained to her.

"Can I ask you something that's been worrying me a bit?" Lisa said, her face serious.

"Of course, what is it?"

"I'm thinking a lot about how Zoe, Dante, and Ricky reacted when they found out I lied about not knowing who you are," she said guiltily.

"They were pretty pissed. Especially Zoe, because she had warned me about that happening. The guys are quite protective of me, too. They also didn't really approve of me going to your place after Sziget. But I explained everything to them when I flew back to L.A. after staying with you. They're cool about it now; it's all chill, don't worry," I explained.