Young Collective - Cole Sprouse

Chapter twenty-one

Five days, 268 photos, 24 crumpets, 39 cups of tea, 4 massages from Cole (if you know what I mean) and 3 pair of heels later, and I'm packing my suitcase up ready to leave tomorrow. I purposely packed very little in my suitcase, knowing it'd be overflowing by the end of the trip. I refrained from buying too many items in London however. I spent most of my days in the parks writing and taking photographs of passerby's. Cole was on the television four times. I was on once. I sit on the end of the bed squashing a new pair of heels into my suitcase. Cole is in the shower, getting ready for dinner. He's taking me out to "someplace special". I manage to push them in an I zip up my suitcase. I throw the suitcase away from my feet and stand up to stretch. Just as I do I hear the shower turn off. I sit back down quietly. I can't wait to see him. I missed him most days, we only shared early mornings and late nights together. Tomorrow he has no interviews, but our plane is at 2pm. I sit in anticipation. Cole opens the door clumsily, he has the towel wrapped around his torso but his chest is exposed. He flick his hair up and droplets fall onto his chest. I watch them drip down and I open my jaw.

"What." He laughs at me. I swallow hard and throw my jaw up so hard I hurt my teeth. I giggle. He walks over to me and places his around my cheeks.

"Nothing." I smirk and look down. He pulls my head back up to his eyes. He has a stern look on his face.

"Please stay-" he says quietly as he holds my gaze. Droplets of water drip down his cheek.

"What?" I smile and frown, before I can go on he pushes his lips to mine and my lips tingle. He kisses me delicately, in between breaths he whispers,

"Forever."

I forget that he's dripping wet, I forget about our dinner reservation, I forget about everything. I just want him.

Cole pushes me down slowly onto the bed until I'm sprawled out under him. I'm not wearing clothes for long. Cole lightly brushes my top off over my head, then he rips down my tracksuit pants. I take quick breaths. He takes long breaths. He kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I keep replaying the words over in my head. Forever. Forever? Forever.

I scoot out from under him as he's kissing my stomach and I throw him down onto his back. He giggles, I sit right on top of him and start kissing him. He hasn't got a towel on anymore. I kiss him slowly and then, my forehead still on his, I whisper,

"Forever."

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"Good evening, what can I get for you tonight Mr and Mrs Sprouse." The waiter smiles too widely. She has long thick blonde hair tight into a long ponytail.

"Oh uh-" I start,

"We're not-" Cole adds.

"If you're not ready just yet, just place your menus in the middle of the table when you're ready." She smiles harder, then walks off.

Cole and I laugh.

"Did you book us in as a married couple?" I ask.

"No, I just told them my surname." He smirks. He has a toothpick in his mouth that he's playing with.

"Well I was ready to order." I push my menu to the middle of the table as does Cole.

"You look really beautiful tonight." He says.

"You look very beautiful too Cole." I smile. "So how was the interviews and all the panels and that?" I ask.

"Exhausting. I love meeting the fans though, it's just I'd rather be at the park taking photos of you." He answers. 

"I wanted you there too, but the solitude was nice. Except for the two paparazzi I saw." I smell the food around me and my stomach gets hungrier. The restaurant is very fancy, quiet and dimly lit. Every table around us is full. Mostly couples. I shuffle in my yellow dress. Honestly I feel dressed down compared to most people here. Cole wears a suite, he looks really, really hot. He's twirling his hair down his forehead.

"They're already onto you?" He asks me, concerned.

"Yeah. But it's fine." I smile.

"Ready to order?" The waiter scared both of us. I jump in my seat a little. I smile awkwardly then Cole orders.

"Can I just get the garlic bread with the daily soup?" He frowns at the menu. The waiter looks confused and shakes her head,

"Do you mean the garlic infused Turkish bread with the glazed tongue for the side? And the fennel and truffle soup topped with coriander and sliced potatoes, and the pumpkin spinach bread to side, sir?" Her eyes glow, almost with fury. My eyes roll.

"Yep." Cole smiles. The waiter nods her head and with a frustrating smile, turns to me.

"And you madam?" She asks.

"Just the bread and soup please." I hand her my menu. She raises her eyebrows, smiles and says in a true English accent. "Very well." She waffles off back into the kitchen and Cole and I burst into small giggles.

"Do you wanna eat half of this $160 dollar meal then grab pizza on the way back to the hotel?" Cole smirks at me.

"Would you expect any less of me?" I wink at him. He places his hands in the middle of the table and I fold my own over his.