The Prince • JB

CHAPTER NINE.

THE EYE CONTACT. if i was the girl, i'd drop dead in .3 secs. & can we hit 50 comments?? xx

THE PRINCE | nine.

B.

"So, where are you taking me on this lovely night?" I smile brightly as I put my hands in the front pocket of my hoodie. I looked down on the pebbled pavement as we slowly approached his car.

"Baby, this is my driver, Frances. Frances, this is Baby."

"Bonjour, Baby," he bowed his head, opening the door for us both. Fancy.

"Bonjour, Frances," I gave him a small wave as I got into the car.  "Oh wow, this is nice," I say in awe looking at the very lavish, black leather seats. There were two seats one side and two on the other, facing each other.

I moved over to the left chair. There was a phone hung next to the window. "Is that an iPad?" I whispered in shock leaning forward. "Oh my gosh, it is."

"Do you like it?"

"This is such a cool car," I say turning to Justin who was now putting on his seatbelt. I mimicked his actions quickly then began admiring the car again.

"Everything is so fancy. I'm afraid to touch anything," I say bringing my hands together in front of me. My eyes nearly bulged out once I looked straight ahead. "Is that a TV?!" I point over to what looks to be a flat screen TV.

"It's also a partition," he says before clicking a button on a remote. The TV slowly went down revealing Frances who was already driving. I didn't even realize the car was moving. 

"This is so overwhelmingly fancy," I let out a small laugh. I turn over to him, without saying anything. I just stare at him.

"What? Is the car okay? Is it too much?" he asked nervously.

"No, no. It's fine. It's really nice. I just...this doesn't feel real I guess," I shrug my shoulders. I rest my shin on the palm of my hand. "Tell me more about yourself."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Anything. Like I'm allergic to nuts."

"Let me think," he paused bring his hand to his lips. "You make me nervous," he admits.

"I make you nervous? Why? I'm so normal." I felt my mouth curve up in a smile as I looked at him. "I'm very tempted to hold your hand right now and I don't know why."

I watched him extend his hand, leaving it open for me to hold. "Why didn't you just ask?"

"You make me nervous," I tell him as I put my hand in his. "But I have a viable reason to be nervous," I point out.

"And what's that reason?"

My jaw dropped in shock. "Are you kidding? I'm not even going to explain myself, but just a little hint: your pinky probably cost more than my whole being," I partially joke.

"I have another fact about me," he says leaning closer to me. He moves his hand to the side of my face. I'm somewhat captivated by his eyes making me lean in closer.

"What is it?" I ask softly. I slid my hand upon his, holding it gently not wanting to let go.

"I've been wanting to kiss you especially since the party," he whispers.

"Well that makes the two of us," I whisper back. The space between us was driving me crazy. I press my lips against his, closing the space. He immediately kissed back. The kiss was soft and gentle yet filled with hunger. Does that make sense? Probably not. My mind was probably filled with rainbows and butterflies right about now.