Waiting for your ride…

‘D’you ever get bored of this?’ you ask Emma Stone interestedly, as you stand just inside the warehouse, waiting for a car to show up. ‘I mean, photoshoots and parties and –’

‘And fucking famous people?’ Emma finishes for you, with a wicked look in her eye. ‘Honestly? Nope.’ She reaches round to squeeze your ass –

Only to be deflected by Emma Watson’s hand, which has somehow got there even faster. ‘That’s enough,’ she says severely. ‘Inexplicable warehouse threesomes aside… find your own boyfriend, okay?’

Emma Stone’s face wrinkles in a curious expression; it almost looks like annoyance, or even jealousy, but then it’s wiped away so quickly you’re not sure it was even there to begin with. ‘Fair enough,’ she says amusedly. ‘Ah… I think that’s my ride.’

You watch Emma Stone hop lightly into a black SUV with tinted windows, and Emma Watson nestles her head against your shoulder. ‘That girl…’ she says, with mingled chagrin and resignation.

You sweep Emma into a kiss which lifts her up onto her toes. ‘What about her?’

Even half-breathless from the kiss, Emma manages to narrow her eyes. ‘Oh, come on. The girl we just had sex with.’

‘The girl we just had fun with,’ you reply softly. Emma gives you a look.

‘Oh, very smooth. I suppose you didn’t even –’

You interrupt her with another kiss.

‘That was fun,’ you tell her, smiling. ‘That was insanely fucking fun – maybe even the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. But now it’s just you and me, and it’s time to go home. Okay?’ You squeeze Emma’s shoulders reassuringly. ‘Because with you, it’s more than just fun… and there’s no one else I’d rather wake up with. No one.’

Emma stares at you for a moment… then she tips your head forward, and kisses you.

‘Nice speech,’ she whispers, but she’s smiling. ‘Okay. Let’s go home.’

And so concludes Chapter Eight, folks! To all y’all who’ve stuck with this story the whole way – thank you, seriously. You’re the reason I keep on writing.

And just wait till you find out what I’ve got planned for the climax…