"Let me kiss you." she says, the paparazzi swamping the doors as the airport staff tries their best to keep them from running down the walls.
This book tells the story of a girl who unexpectedly runs into the word wide-known superstar Billie Eilish...
Today is the day. The Party. I am hella hyped and ready to go fucking wild. I am also very happy to finally see the squad again.
Jordan and I have just been enjoying a normal day in the hotel. We had a nice breakfast and went out to shop some final things - Along with gifts for the twins. Jordan has been kind of nervous the entire day. Probably because she is a little scared to meet my people. But she has to understand that she is now a part of me too.
"Billie?!" Jordan calls me from the living room in our suite.
I walk into the room, looking for her and finding her sitting in the sofa. She is looking out of the window, inspecting the New Yorker View. I sit down next to her and gather her attention.
"Hi." I say softly.
"You know what?" She asks, sitting into my lap, straddling me and wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands settling on her ass.
"What?" I look at her closely, tilting my head to the side.
She kisses me. Again and again. I kiss her back and slide my tongue along her bottom lip, craving for her to let me in. She does and we let our tongues fight. I reluctantly pull back, resting my forehead against hers, breathing heavily.
"What?" I repeat.
"Oh... nothing." She says, standing up and leaving me puzzled.
*TIME SKIP*
Jordan and I are getting ready now. She put some big pants and I also put on some dope, baggy custom Louis Vuitton Pants and a matching white, oversized shirt.
"Come here, babygirl." I say to Jordan, who is standing accross the room, putting some eartings on.
She walks over to me and I pat my lap for her to sit down. She sits down sideways and I reach over to the Dior Shopping bags.
"Let's unpack these mutherfuckers." I say, taking one of the boxes out of the bags.
"Yay!" Jordan cheers.
"Here, you open it, princess." I say, handing her the box and putting my hands around her waist so she doesn't fall.
"Princess? I like that." She smirks and opens the box, revealing one pair of the Air Jordan 1 Dior's. "Whoa. They are so pretty." She looks at them closely, twisting them around in her little hands.
"Yeah, right." I smile. "And they're yours." I add, kissing her arm.
"That's right." Jordan mumbles, not taking her eyes off of the shoe.
"Okay now unpack the rest, too." I say.
She does and her first reaction replays over and over again as she unpacks her purses and bags. I am so glad that I get to make her happy.
We get dressed fully and stand in front of the mirror, checking each other out. I also posted a picture to my Snapchat story.
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