One of the most annoying thing is that when you get really into some blog you read it really fast and then it takes ages (or atleast it feels like it) to writer to update and you to get new chapters to read. I'm sorry that I haven't updated in a long time. Two weeks. Duh! I hope this chapter makes it up to you guys. And I am super thankful for your comments. THANK YOU! And a new follower! Awesome! So here's the chapter. Enjoy!
He ordered Chinese food for us and we made jokes about his chopsticks skills, or should I say lack of skills. After that we just did what we do best, we relaxed on the couch and just talked about everything and nothing. It was like I had never even left.
"I think I'm never letting you go back to Finland. This is too nice" He sighed and tightened his arms around me.
"Oh no mister. I know what your doing. Don't you dare to change the subject." I laughed. I had just asked about his previous lady friends.
"What do you want to know?" He moaned.
"Well... how many?" I asked, not really sure whether I wanted to know or not.
"I don't know... depends what counts?" He said and teased me with a naughty grin.
"What counts? Feelings counts, even crush."
"Um. I guess approximately 4." I could see he was not very comfortable with this topic.
"Approximately?" I wasn't sure was it a good thing or a bad thing.
"Yeah. I'm not sure. Oh, don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" I asked confused.
"Like you're thinking I'm a "bad boy" for not even knowing the number of my lady friends. And, come on, who calls them lady friends?"
"Fippa." I giggled. He laughed too.
"Besides not all of them were really ladylike." He continued.
"Aha. Well that's nice. So anything goes." I teased him.
"Oh come on. I'm not proud of everything I've done." He pleaded me to stop but I was not willing to do that. I wanted to know more. I don't know why, I mean if I was to find out one of those four was miss USA, I would die because of the loud of the pressure that would come with that knowledge.
"What where they like?"
He gave me the look of "let's talk about something else".
"Please, I want to know."
"Argh... fine. Jenny, my first crush, I guess she's married now. And then there was Lydia, my first..." He quickly stopped before finishing his sentence and looked at me slightly embarrassed.
"Your first dididumdum." I said seriously.
"Wh-what? What did you just say?" He laughed.
"Dididumdum. When I was younger my parents didn't want me to watch movies or TV shows with too much dididumdum, if you know what I mean." I explained.
"Well she was my first dididumdum." He said matter of factly.
"And then there was..." I said so he would continue.
"Anne. Just after I moved to Pittsburgh, I think she hates me now." That surprised me especially since there seemed to be guilt in his voice.
"Why? What did you do?" I asked quietly.
"I think I'm her Daniel." He said and looked away from me. I've never seen him like that. He looked like he was really ashamed of himself.
"Oh."
"I didn't see her the way she saw me." He continued and turned his eyes back on me.
"And after Anne?"
"A blond chick. Don't know her name." My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open and I just stared at him. I didn't think he was like that. But then again, he was a guy. Rich, professional athlete and surrounded by hot women all the time. I guess I kind of knew that though I didn't like it.
"Like I said, I'm not proud of everything I've done." He said and gently pushed my chin to close my mouth.
"Do you still like me?" He asked. I wasn't sure was he serious or just joking.
"Yes, I do still like you."
"Good. Because I've grown as a person since them. And I would never do anything to hurt you. You have to know that." He was dead serious.
"I know that." The same overwhelming feeling that washed over me at the JFK, took over. He was so intense. It was like his life depended on me believing him. Tears rose in to my eyes. Not because I was sad, but because how emotional that moment was. I had never been really good with showing my feelings to other people and an old habit kicked in. I quickly wiped away the tears and shrugged.
"Why did you do that?" He asked.
"Did what?"
"Hide away." He said.
"I don't know. Old habit, I guess."
"I don't like it when you hide from me." He sighed.
"I'm sorry. I don't want to hide from you. But like this. It's like I'm hiding with you. Hiding from the world around us. I can't believe I'm actually saying that I love to be in a hotel suite when there's my favorite city surrounding us."
"You want to go outside?" He asked.
"No!" I shouted and he laughed at my reaction.
"I don't want to leave ever. Let's just stay here for the rest of our lives. You have enough money to pay for this room for the next 60-70 years, right?"
"We could be like Lennon and Yoko Ono, except we would take this even further. Never to leave our couch." He laughed.
"Sounds like a plan."
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