L'AMOUR DE MA VIE - Billie Eilish

Chapter 31

Em's POV
TW: Smut 😈 (please be gentle with me, it's my first time writing it)

I let out a massive breath as I finally entered the small bathroom. I leaned my hands against the sink counter, taking a moment to recompose myself. I lifted my head up to look at myself in the mirror. My eyes were glazed, slightly red from the weed I'd smoked just a few moments earlier. My face was flushed and my hair was disheveled. I knew I looked that way mostly because of the dancing, but I also knew my flustered face had been because of Billie. Her gaze alone had me going crazy. I wanted her. More than ever before. I sighed loudly, the feeling of arousal and substances mixing inside of my body.

I heard the door creep open, noticing Billie stepping into the empty bathroom. I locked eyes with her through the mirror.

"Billie..." I sighed softly.

"Are you okay?"

I whirled around to face her and crossed my arms against my chest. That action alone made Billie's gaze trail down to my chest, a small smirk making its way on her plump lips. Perv.

"No, I'm not okay," I whisper-shouted. "I-I can't fucking breathe when you do that." I tugged at my hair in frustration.

She approached me slowly, her eyes now boring into mine. I felt almost threatened. The look she was giving me was one a predator would use when it would get ready to pounce on its prey. I felt my heart hammering against my chest.

"When I do what?" She whispered, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. I let out an unsteady breath.

"When you look at me like that," I confessed.

"And how am I looking at you?"

Our breaths were almost mixing together due to our close proximity. My body yearned for her. If she made one move, I know I'd be done for. I'd succumb to her and honestly, I would let her, despite my mind screaming at me to get the fuck out.

"You can't do this, Billie," I huffed out painfully. I knew I had to get out of there, but my feet remained planted on the ground. The way her eyes analyzed me was keeping me static. I was completely and utterly hypnotized by the masterpiece standing in front of me. She sighed softly, her head tilting softly as she continued to pierce my soul with her eyes.

"Emily, I love you," she stated simply. My heart leapt at the sentence. It was everything I'd wanted to hear, yet I knew the gravity that came with the statement. "I've been in love with you for the better part of 4 years and I'm not planning on stopping."

She stepped even closer to me, our nose brushing against one another. Her hands brushed the side of my thighs in a teasing manner. I squeezed them shut, desperately wanting to get some friction in between my legs. I could feel the heat radiating from my core as she aimlessly trailed her fingers against my skin.

"My heart beats for you, and only you. I'm tired of denying it. The truth is, I have a lot to be grateful for. Money, fans, family, fame, health...yet the only thing my heart truly desires is you. I tried to make myself think I was over you, but I was fooling myself," she added.

My eyes softened at the words, knowing I felt the exact same way. I hadn't been myself in a long time and I knew something was missing. She was the missing piece my heart was searching for, yet I couldn't say anything. I could only stare at her as she poured her heart out to me.

"If I had to let go of the fame, the fans and the money to be with you, I'd do it in a heartbeat. It's not worth it, not if I can't have you by my side. You know–" she laughed slightly. "These amazing things are happening in my life, but I can't seem to truly enjoy them. The truth is that I want you. I need you. I want you to be there through the good and the bad. I want to be that person for you too. There's no one else, Emily. I am completely yours. Mind, body and soul."