When she spots a lingerie shop, I halt in my tracks.
She won’t drag me inside there, will she?
I wouldn’t put it past Lily, but still.
Then I would have a whole set of new problems to deal with.
“Relax, I’ll save that shop for later, without you.” She winks at me.
Hell.
Now all I can imagine is Lily inside the shop, trying on skimpy lingerie.
I need to get a grip here.
It must be my own tired brain. It’s just a little wired on all things Lily after spending the last twenty hours alone with her.
“We should get some food,” I tell her, needing to distract my thoughts.
We find an Italian restaurant, needing a good amount of carbs to fill up after a long day.
The atmosphere is laid back and quiet, which is perfect for my tired brain.
We’re shown to our table, and I realise we look like a typical couple on a date, sitting across from each other in a cosy setting.
I look around, a little anxious about photographers and fans.
I don’t mind if we were photographed, but I don’t know how Lily would react if her face were printed on every gossip paper tomorrow.
The British media have a rather nosy gossip tradition.
“Relax, Sebastian. You look like you’re going to have a stroke. Afraid we’ll be photographed, and I’ll ruin your Playboy reputation?” Lily teases me from across the table.
“I’m not a Playboy. I was actually thinking about you and your lack of sleep. Would you be happy with your face across all the papers tomorrow?”
Lily always looks beautiful, and this is no exception. I can tell she’s tired, though.
She put her hair in a braid earlier, and bits and pieces are sticking out at all angles.
Her usual spotless makeup has gradually disappeared throughout the day.
“Are you saying I look like shit?” she asks me, raising her eyebrows.
Hell.
Why did I say anything?
Now I look like an asshole.
“Eh, no, Lily. That’s not what I meant. Shit. I’m sorry, this is all coming out wrong,” I say, dragging a hand through my hair.
One day with this girl and my brain is already at half its capacity.
Lily chuckles at me, which lessens my nerves a little.
“I’m just joking, Sebastian. Relax.” She picks up her menu, clearly not offended by my comment.
Still, I feel bad for even implying that she didn’t look picture-worthy.
