/-Riley-/
I stare at him, unable to speak. Why does he keep doing this to me? It's so unfair to make me so breathless effortlessly. The paparazzi keep throwing questions, but his guards make way for us.
Now, where did they come from? I thought he came without them, or were they in a different car? Dean and I ascend the stairs with camera lights flashing like we're celebrities. Of course, Dean is.
Everything simply turns into a red carpet show as Dean and I walk through the door. I cling tightly to his arm to subdue the urge to disappear. All eyes are focused on us.
I force a smile as Dean leads me to a table. He greets a few people on his way and ignores the rest. He lets go and pulls his seat. I glare at his seated figure.
"Pull your seat, Barbie. You've got two hands" He rolls his e
