in a while || cara delevingne

ch. 15 : dresses | victoria's secret

Once we arrive, it seems like they have just disappeared.

"Glad they don't know where we're staying yet." Cara mumbles as we get out of the car, and before I can even make my way to the trunk someone is grabbing our bags for us.

"Real taste of the high life huh?" I say, smirking at Cara.

"I don't really ask them, they just do it. I guess it's kind of nice, besides," she says, reaching for me, "now I can hold your hand."

She grabs my hand and I really do appreciate them grabbing our luggage now. We walk, hand in hand, into the hotel and up to the reception desk.

"Hello," a woman, looking stuck up and dressed from head to toe in black, greets us, "may I have the name for your reservations?"

"Delevingne." Cara says and the lady nods before typing into the computer.

"Just one room key?" she asks, and I give her an odd look.

"No, two please." Cara tells the lady and she stiffly nods.

Once we have the keys, we're on our way up.

"What's the room number?" I ask, but Cara doesn't answer.

"It's a surprise." She says, sending me a smirk.

Surprise on the top floor, I guess. When we reach the door, or maybe better described as doors, she turns around and sends me a playful grin.

"Ready?" she asks me and I just nod.

With that, she unlocks it, opening the doors to the most beautiful room I've ever seen.

"Cara!" I say and my jaw noticeably drops, "This is gorgeous!"

My eyes travel over everything I can see, which happens to be a lot more than I expected. I'd thought Cara's room was huge, but this gives it some competition.

"Not as gorgeous as you though, love." she says, walking in behind me and wrapping her hands around my waist from behind.

I turn around and push her away slightly.

"Nope. Don't get flirty with me right now." I say and she sends me a look feigning hurt. "Don't give me that! I've got to unpack. And I won't get anything done with you breathing down my neck like that." I tell her and she smirks as I grab my bag and head into the bedroom. Exploring can wait until a bit later.

After I've finished unpacking Cara can't seem to sit still. Pushing her away for the third time, she lets out a small whine.

"Babe."

"Babe." I mock her and she rolls her eyes, moving her lips to my neck. I move away and plop myself down on the couch.

I hear her whine and I just laugh. "You're such a baby." I tell her.

"I am not," she mumbles, "it's not my fault my girlfriend won't give me the attention I need."

I roll my eyes and flick on the television before I hear her mutter something else.

"I guess I could always go find someone else who will."

At that, I grab her by the arm, pulling her down to me and wrapping my arms around her waist tightly.

"No. Absolutely not." I say to her as I leave kisses on her neck.

"Babe," she mumbles, "don't leave anything there."

I sigh. Of course she can't have marks all over her neck, someone will notice. But what, it's okay if I do?

I wonder that as she moves her lips down to my neck and begins leaving little kisses all over. I bring her face up to my lips instead but she moves back down to my neck after giving me a small peck.