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He pulled away, kissing my forehead. "We'll handle this, I promise."

"We'll handle it." I repeated.

We did handle it.

At first it was a literal mess, a big sensation, almost a scandal, like we were characters in some kind of show, but I guess that's the nightmare of famous people.

Apparently some of the society still couldn't believe that we're not friends but lovers, and the rest of it pretended to know better what's good and what's not for Johnny right now.

But, let's be honest, all these bitches can get is jealous.

I've had another meeting with my publisher few days later, and after some high level convincing he actually agreed. In the end everything turned out good for me, and I couldn't be more grateful.

Though the extra attention came so suddenly that Johnny and I didn't do anything other than answering calls for a day straight, but after some time it thankfully calmed down a little. We decided it's better to rest from Hollywood, New York, and America in general, so about a month ago we left to France.

Ever since then we've been living la dolce vita, the sweet life but in Paris instead of Italy, trying to be as far away as we could from the headlights and in meanwhile romanticizing every bit of our lives.

At first it was supposed to be a one week vacation, but since Johnny had no work and only here we could take a break from celebriting and feel like normal people, we thought we'll gonna stay a bit longer.

I knew we would have to go back one day, but I tried to drag that day away as much as possible. I already kinda felt like I was living in Paris, like in my dream that I told Johnny once, and I just didn't wanna leave. I was too happy here with him, and I couldn't help but fall in love with the calm life we had here.

I smiled at the thought that Johnny did end up being my old-fashioned lover boy, but I hope we won't ever part and I won't have to yearn for this time for the rest of my life. No, having it was way better than missing it.

I currently sat on the little balcony of the apartment Johnny owned in South Paris, reading The Portrait Of Dorian Gray, while waiting for him to come back. He went out to shop for some books and new vinyl records, but he texted me few minutes ago that he'll be home soon and that he's bringing gifts.

I really wasn't exaggerating when I said we're living like ordinary people here, it was actually the only place where we could believe nobody knows us except the locals and our friends. It was weird, different, but still somewhat comforting.

Of course, there were people who recognized Johnny and sometimes even me, but it wasn't as uncomfortable as it is in America. People here are actually nice.

Johnny has been playing in different clubs or bars in the evenings, and I would go along with him. I loved watching him play and the fact that it was making him happy was making me happy as well.

Throughout all that time I learned that your boyfriend being your best friend is one of the most precious things out there.

I suddenly heard door shutting close downstairs, and I just waited for him to come up to me.

Few moments later, I turned my head towards inside of the apartment, seeing Johnny approach me with one hand behind his back and the other going through his hair. He bowed down enough to kiss me on the lips and my eyes fluttered close. God, that feeling when he kisses me is something else.

"Hi." I greeted him.

"Hi. I've got something for you. I saw it and thought of you and.. well, I hope you like it." he said and showed me the other hand that he was hiding behind his back.

It was a vinyl of Born To Die by Lana Del Rey, and I almost jumped up, collecting it from him and checking out every side of it.

"Oh my god, I wanted to buy it so bad!" I exclaimed, looking him in the eyes.

"Good thing I can read your mind." He replied, glancing between me and the record.

I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly with all the excitement bottled up in me. He embraced my waist, rubbing my back now and then.

"Thank you!"

"No problem, love."

I pulled away, holding his face in my hands. I couldn't stop my smile as it slowly turned into a wide grin.

"What?" he asked, chuckling.

"I love you so much."

I kissed him, to which he tightened his grip on my waist.

"I love you, too, El. Je t'aime tellement."

Since it was already afternoon, we decided to make ourselves some coffee. Johnny went to use the bathroom while I turned on the coffee machine and prepared two cups, in meanwhile watching the pretty view we have from our kitchen.

Our kitchen. It still sounds so surreal to me. I sometimes really forget Johnny is my boyfriend. I'm so glad I met him the other evening, but I tend to think how my life would look like if I didn't. That will always be a mystery to me.

I got a little thoughtful while staring outside the window, until Johnny came and hugged me from behind, pulling me out of that trance. I smiled as he put his chin on my shoulder and I leaned my back against his chest.

"Me and the guys are doing a gig tonight. Wanna go with me?" he asked quietly as we both watched the sky that slowly turned orange.

Alice and other bandmates have arrived to Paris yesterday, just to play something and catch up with us. I felt like going out tonight, so I agreed.

"You were great, guys." I managed to say over the loud music, looking at Alice, Joe, Matt and then turning around to Johnny, giving him a peck on the lips.

I worshipped the way he looked tonight. Like a true rockstar. To be honest, the selfish side of me only thought of taking him back home so I can have allll of him just to myself. Because I swear, he looked like a snack, and by all means the best out there.

"Do you have anything bigger planned yet?" I asked Alice, who was now sipping on his drink, and sat next to him. Johnny plumped down beside me, now placing an arm around my shoulders. I leaned back against him, feeling all the hotness radiating from him. Oh, I definitely wanna take him home.

"As far as I know it's just the Christmas Pudding in December, to which Johnny is invited, of course, and then we were planning a tour around June." he replied.

"Wow, that's nice. Am I invited, too?"

He chuckled. "I have so many sarcastic answers right now."

"I know, because it was a rhetorical question." I winked at him, and he rolled his eyes.

"How do you find Paris?" Johnny asked, lighting up a cigarette. He took a puff and handed it to me.

"It's great," Joe answered. "But it's ridiculous how many beautiful women just walk around city streets."

We laughed. That's the Joe we literally all know.

I felt Johnny kissing the top of my head and I turned around, meeting his gaze. Oh. He had the look, like, you know, the look. The look that made me blush and wanna rush home.

"You're beautiful." he whispered and then kissed me deeply on the lips.

"Oh, lord, stop. I already feel like I'm interrupting something, but for the second time." Alice spoke up and I broke the kiss, laughing.

About 40 minutes later Jack drove us back to our apartment and I thanked him, letting him know he can have the rest of the night to himself.

Few minutes later we ended up alone and I barely managed to open the front door because Johnny's hands were exploring every curve of my body and his lips definitely didn't have an intention of leaving my skin at all.

We entered the corridor and Johnny started assaulting my lips with his. It was going fast and I doubted we will leave it just on kissing, but first I had a brilliant idea how to tease him a little.

"Wait," I said in between kisses. "I have to go to the bathroom."

He groaned, pecking my lips few more times before actually letting me go. He looked me up and down with a small smile until I disappeared behind the door. I giggled quietly to myself in the mirror, fixing my makeup a little. I noticed that blush spread across my cheeks and the tip of my nose, and also how my eyes twinkled, all just because of Johnny. I grinned and few whiles later I was already on my way to the living room.

As I expected, I found him sitting on the couch. He took off his jacket in the meantime and now had his eyes closed, but he opened them as soon as he heard me approaching him. He shot me a smile as I slowly placed myself on his lap, straddling him. I placed my arms around his neck and his hands found their way to my butt.

"You were playing really good tonight." I praised, playing with the hair on the back of his head.

"Thank you. You were really beautiful tonight. I could barely focus on playing."

I grinned and kissed him. It slowly started to look like a full-on make out instead of a sweet kiss, and on top of that I felt one of Johnny's hands sliding to my thigh and squeezing it, while the other was already under my shirt, caressing my bare skin. It was a fair signal that something will go down.

I carefully started grinding against his jeans and he moaned, tightening his grip on now both of my thighs and encouraging me to continue. God, I love spending nights with him like this. It's recently became my favorite thing to do, actually.

I tugged at his t-shirt and soon I helped him get out of it. For the last month we've been practicing undressing very often, so by now it was a piece of cake. Before I knew, the rest of our clothes was messily thrown on the floor - my shirt, bra, jeans, Johnny's jeans - and the only thing left was his boxers and my panties.

I gently began grinding against him again, and since what kept us apart was just a thin layer of material, we both moaned in the kiss because of how good it felt. I thought that it's too possible that I'll finish before we even do the do, so after a moment I decided to take off my panties. Johnny lowered his boxers and I started sinking down on him as soon as our eyes met.

I worked out a rhythm with my hips as I rode him, and all the encouragement I ever needed to keep going was Johnny letting out quiet grunts of pleasure against my neck. He tightened his grip on my waist as I started going faster. My eyes fluttered close and I leaned my head back, sighing and moaning every now and then.

I haven't been on top for a very long time, so at some point I had to slow down a little as my thigh muscles started burning. Johnny raised his head, placing one hand on my cheek, and found my lips with his.

He then suddenly changed our position, lifting me up and laying me down on the couch, though never fully pulling out of me. Now it was him who was on top, and, god, I don't think I was ever in such mess as I was when he started pounding into me, hard and fast. I screamed, dragging my nails down his back.

"That's it, good girl. Say my name." He breathed out in my ear and I couldn't help but do what he says.

"I.. like your name. Do you think our neighbors do, too?" I asked, making him grin.

"They'll have to."

We tried kissing but for most of the time our lips missed. After only a while of us doing it like that, I felt that knot in my stomach tighten dangerously fast. I think Johnny was close, too, since he started cursing under his breath.

Waves of pleasure finally washed over my whole body, literally overwhelming my brain with how unbelievably good it felt. Johnny thrust in few more times before breathing out my name and leaning his forehead against my chest. I smiled, feeling my heart thunder.

I looked at Johnny's back, seeing that the marks I left will definitely sting him every time he'll be taking a shower in the next couple days.

As soon as I laid on the bed in our bedroom, Johnny snuggled up to me and placed his head on my chest. My hands automatically went to his hair as I closed my eyes. I was exhausted.

"What would you say to a trip to my island next week?" he suddenly asked, sorta waking me up as I was already in that half-asleep state.

"What?"

"My island. We can stay there for a week or something."

"Johnny, we've been hiding in Paris for a month. Leaving to your island now will be like.. showing a big middle finger to the world." I replied, grinning. I can't say that I didn't like the idea.

He lifted himself up on his elbow, now looking down at me with a smirk. "I know."

I kissed him. "Of course I wanna go."

I sometimes love him so bad it hurts.

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