Forever & Always Him {Benjamin Lasnier}

Facing the Parents [19]

Jasmine C.

I hugged Benjamin tightly as I felt him leave the bed. "Not yet," I whispered, resting my head on his chest.

I heard him sigh. "Okay," he decided as he wrapped his arms around me again.

Last night, after helping me pack my clothes, I remembered getting so tired I slept in Benjamin's arms. When he noticed, he put me in bed but I held on to him like a clingy girlfriend and convinced him to stay with me.

We laid down there for a long time before Benjamin moved again, annoyed that he's leaving. "Jasmine, we have to go," I heard Benjamin chuckle as he stood up from the bed.

"I'm don't want to," I buried my face in the pillow. "I'm tired."

I heard Benjamin chuckle, and turned me on the bed, a smile on his face. "Come on," he tried getting me up. I crossed my arms and pouted when Benjamin kissed my forehead. "I'll take a quick shower and I'll come back to get you, okay?"

"Fine," I rolled my eyes. He chuckled before kissing my temple and leave the room.

After taking a hot shower, I threw on a distressed skinny black jeans, a white shirt and an army jacket with some black sneakers. I was still too tired to do anything so I decided to skip on my make up and just tied my hair up into a messy bun.

Benjamin came back a few minutes later, his luggage in hand and the two tickets on the other. A small smile spread on his face as he gathered my luggages. "You look cute."

I looked down on my outfit. It was simple, plain, boring, nothing really feminine. "Cute?"

Benjamin nodded. "Yeah," he replied. "Simple."

"Are you saying I get too extravagant on my choice of outfits?" I asked, furrowing my brows. I liked wearing long skirts and heels and dresses, something girly, something fashionable.

Benjamin looked at me. "You look beautiful in whatever you wear, Jasmine. I like you when you wear dresses and heels, you look pretty in it," he reassured. "What I'm saying is that you look much better without all those make up, you look cute when you don't try."

"Oh," I blinked. "Thank you," I turned around to grab my carry on bag, a hidden smile making it's way on my face.

I turned back around and face Benjamin. "Let's go?" I asked. He nodded, letting him go first so I could be the one to close the door.

I put on my sunglasses, so did Benjamin, as we walked out of the hotel. As expected, swarming fans were screaming as we walked out, some of security holding them in for me and Benjamin to go to the limo. As one of the guards helped us with our bags and luggages, Benjamin held me tight as we wade our way to the limo, waving a little bit to the fans since we don't want them to feel ignored.

I took a deep breath as I got inside, looking out through the window where some fans are tapping the car. Benjamin grabbed my face, making me look at him. "Are you okay?" He asked, searching my whole face.

I smiled and grabbed his wrists. "Benjamin, I'm fine," I reassured him. My smile faltered as I remembered why we're going back to Denmark. "I'm not ready for this," I confessed.

Benjamin knew what I was talking about and grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers and giving them a squeeze. He gave me a reassuring smile before kissing my forehead. "I'll be there with you, don't worry."

Somehow, I believed him, believed his words that he will be there, unlike what he did when I tried to reach my dream. I rested my head on his shoulder, closing my eyes as I did so. My nervousness subsided as I knew he was going to stay with me.