33.
February 29th, 2020
“Alright, alright; I give up,” Gallan said as him and I entered my bedroom. He’d been trying to pronounce the wordYakhnifor about an hour, but couldn’t even come close to saying it correctly.
After a yummy dinner, him and I had spent a couple or so hours watching a Netflix movie with a big-ass bowl of popcorn and a large container of caramel ice cream as our delicious company. What can I say? We were trash for carbs and didn’t shy away from admitting it.
Gallan looked at the balcony’s closed glass doors, the bathroom, my queen-sized bed, the dressing table next to it, and then finally, he turned and raised a brow at me. “Aesthetics on point, huh?”
I winked at him. “Always.”
He grinned, and then grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt before pulling it up and over his head. With his forearms still in it, he began turning it upside down, and something about the way he looked down at the piece of clothing as he worked on it, about the way his hair fell forward and framed his side profile, about the way he looked so calm and candid in that moment, made me grab my phone from the back pocket of my jeans and take a photo of him.
He looked up, and I smiled as I walked over to him.
“I couldn’t help it,” I told him, and then stopped right in front of him. “You seemed so…at peace that I had to take a photo.” I glanced at said photo. “Also, with the newspaper wall in the background, you look super fucking hot, boyfriend.”
He chuckled and let his t-shirt fall on the floor, and then wrapped his arms around my waist. “I noticed that these walls look way different than the ones in the rest of the apartment.” He grabbed my phone from my hand, gently took off my glasses, and then placed them both on the nightstand to his left.
I ran my fingers over the smattering of dark hair on his chest and smiled up at him. “Yup. The wall print in here has a lot of comic features from past newspapers and magazines. I spend most of my time in this room, so I wanted to surround myself with inspirational vibes.”
Gallan grinned. “You continue to surprise me.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. “And why’s that?”
He grabbed my ass and pulled me flush against him. “I don’t know; I’m just constantly in awe of you, and I like it – alot.”
I bit my bottom lip. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
He smirked. “Do I feel another presumption coming?”
I rolled my eyes and leaned in to press a long kiss on his jaw. “Baboon.”
As usual, he smiled at my use of term, and when I faced him again, he took my mouth in a hard, almost bruising kiss. “Ross was staring at you a lot during shoot today,” he said against my lips.
I moved back and looked at him. “What do you mean?”
He sighed and pulled me even closer to his chest. It was as if he was scared I’d walk away or disappear if he let me go.
“He just…” He sighed and blinked at me. “He was staring at your ass and tits and it riled me the fuck up.”
I cupped the back of his head. “He’s a known perv in the industry, Gall. Anyone and everyone in Hollywood knows that. He can’t help it; it’s just who he is.” I brushed my nose against his. “He can look all he wants, baby, but you’re the only one who’ll ever get to have me.”
Gallan’s eyes shone beautifully against my bedroom lights. “I know, but…” He swallowed. “Kenneth said that the old bastard used to eye Amara the same way he did you, but after the whole Rachel thing, he stopped. He doesn’t evendareto glance at her during the award shows or movie premieres they cross paths at. What if…” He let go of a long breath and shook his head. “What if he’s targetingyounow?”
“And why would he do that?” I asked.
“Because…” He trailed, and then scowled. “Because you’re mine, and that sick psycho loves going after women who are taken.”
I sucked in a breath, and my heart began thudding madly at the first three words he’d uttered.
Because you’re mine.
Because you’re mine.
Because you’re mine.
“Say it again,” I told him.
