Lola and the Rolling Stone

Chapter 24

"Heeeeyy...." Lola sang to Bruno a few hours later after they took showers, got dressed and ordered breakfast to be delivered to them.

"Heeeyyy." he turned and sang to her.

"The little bears are going to the Hamptons tonight and tomorrow...do you want to go to my house?"

"Hmm...." he thought to himself. "What do you want to do?"

"I kind of want to see what its like to sleep in my bed with you...." she admitted.

"Then let's go!" he jumped up picking her up swinging her around the room.

"Heeeey!" she laughed trying t squirm out of his arms.

"Okay, okay." he said. "I might have gotten a little excited." he admitted looking into her dark eyes.

"What?" she asked.

"Can't a guy look into his girlfriend's eyes? They're beautiful." he told her.

"Aww. Thanks." she blushed going into the bedroom. "I'm going to pack my stuff." she told him.

"What should I take?" he asked her looking at the full closet he had.

"It'll be tonight and tomorrow. Do you want to just throw it in my bag?" she wondered/

"Do I want my clothes to smell like you?" he wondered out loud.

"Hey!" she pushed. "Use your bag then."

"I will." he said to her putting things in his bag very carefully. She sat on the bed, after putting all her things in her bag, watching him pack.

"You're so careful...." she noted watching him place everything gently in the bag.

"I have to be..." he answered reaching to zip up a bag.

"There's an Uber waiting for us downstairs." Lola said grabbing both of their bags.

"Oh my goodness. You are so ready to take me to bed." he said playfully kisses her neck as they walked downstairs.

"Yeah...I just want to get you naked and have sex with you in my bed." she admitted sarcastically.

"Then what do you really want to do?" he asked her pulling her into his arms as they got into the car.

"I don't know." she admitted. "Netflix?" she suggested. "You can tell me about Game of Thrones and I can pretend like I'm listening this time?" she suggested.

"Hmm..." he said pulling her even closer to him kissing the top of her head. "Maybe we could do that at my house..."

"What are you saying?" she asked him moving away from his arms.

"That you can lay on the couch with me all you want if you move to Los Angeles." he poked at her.

"I'm not going to move to LA...." she told him.

"But don't tell me you haven't thought about it...." he suggested.

"I have...but I'm going to tell you what I told you the last time we talked..." she started sternly seeing the car stop at her home. "Come on...let's go...." she said starting to get out of the car watching him open the door before she could get to it.

"How did you get here that fast?" she asked him.

"Not sure." he said triumphantly grabbing her from behind as she fumbled for her keys.

"Okay..." she said turning the key opening the door to the expansive house that she shared with some of her best friends.

"I can tell what you picked out and what the girls did...." he said picking up a bright yellow pillow. "Like this..." he smiled throwing the pillow at her.

"Hey!" she joked throwing it back at him.

"So...when are you moving to LA?"he asked catching the pillowing walking over to her to kiss her lightly.

"No." she answered him. "Stop pushing me. It's not on the table." she said walking away from him. "Please...just stop...." she turned to look at him with a frown.

"Lo...." he looked at her mirroring her frown.

"You drive me to drink....God..." she said rolling her eyes going to the kitchen to grab a bottle of wine and two wine glasses. She poured herself a glass of white wine and held up the bottle motioning to him.

"Yeah. Sure. Why not?" he answered taking the glass.

"It bothers me when you push me like that." she told him.

"Oh." he answered a bit shocked by her honesty.

"Yeah. I'm sorry." she answered. "I just like....Brunz...." she started. "We've only been together a few months. I don't know why I need to move across the country to a place that you won't even be at to be with you when I see you so much right now...." she told him. "I don't know why you don't see that..." she admitted.

"Delores...." he said putting down his wine. "There's a lot more that I want to do than music, baby...I just want to do something where I don't have to be on a plane or a bus or a thing....like all all the time..." he told her. "I'm an old man." he said dramatically rubbing the side of his eyes.

"You are not...." she said with a slight laugh.

"I want to be in the studio and everything, Lo...but..." he said to her. "I've got some great ideas for other things that would keep me in Los Angeles..." he explained to her.

"This is the first time you've told me anything like that...." she told him reaching for the wine. "I had no idea you wanted to do anything like that....that's amazing..." she said reaching her hand over to him looking at him. "I think that's so good...." she told him returning the light kiss he had given her when they arrived in the house. "I'm still not moving." she said into his lips hearing her phone buzz. She glanced over his shoulders seeing a text from her sister.

Come over for dinner with the boo. Mom and Dad want to meet him!