We lay on my bed with a glass of wine in our hands.
"Don't get me wrong," I say. "I love, love hanging out with you. But what about your wife?"
He takes another sip of wine and says "Oh. Don't worry about her. Shes gone for a month. But, ill have to leave today, actually. I go back home today. But, would you like to come with me?"
Jensen Ackles. "Yes!"
He laughs. "Good. Now I don't have to live without your amazing kisses."
"You won't ever have to live without them." I set my wine glass on the table next to my bed as he does the same, but on the table next to him and I lean into him and kiss him.
I wake up to a buzz. Im lying down next to Jensen. My head on his chest. The buzz came from his phone. He picks it up.
"Shit!" he says.
"What is it?'' I ask. Its not his wife is it.
"We gotta go"
We? "Oh! Ya. Crap!" I'm going back with him. We quickly hop out of bed and get ready.
As we walk to the plane I realise, what about his stuff? We were at my house. He hasn't been in his hotel room in a while. But then I realise, duh!? He's rich. He probably has somebody who picks his stuff up for him. Im an idiot.
We enter the plane and its completely empty. Yes! Private plane.
We take a seat towards the middle. I get the window seat. Yes!
Once we're on the air, nobody's hear so I decide to kiss him. We pull back and I see a very happy Jensen Ackles. Then we put our lips back together.
We get to his house and its spotless. I put my suitcase to the side of the door. Jensen shuts the door. I smile and kiss him and that makes him smile. Although whenever I smile he's always smiling.
I kiss him one more time before hoping in the bed. I crawl into his arms and we go to sleep.
"So your off then?" I ask Jensen standing in his kitchen.
His fists are holding him up on the counter. "Ya. But there's been something on my mind."
"Hmph?"
"Well," he laughs "I mean, I'm Jensen Ackles." He gets serious now. "Is the only reason you came with me, or ever stayed with me, because I was, well, me? Or do we actually have something here. Like I hope."
"Jensen, these past few days, have been the best days of my life. Not because your an actor, not because you're, well, hot, but because your sweet, and funny, and wonderful. Theres just one thing I worry about. Your wife."
He sighs. "My wife, isn't really my wife."
"What?" ok. now I'm officially confused. That didn't make any sense.
"We just pose as we're married. They thought that it would be good for publicity if I got married to someone who's not in the buiss'. They just found her on the street actually. Although, I think she likes me, but, whatever. We never even legally got married. Which actually, lucky for, us, my contract with her is almost finished." he raises his eyebrows.
I laugh and kiss him.
