Holy shit…

I run my hand over my jaw, hiding my exhale as I watch you walk down the runway next, my eyes practically glued to you even though there’s still other models actively walking. “There’s cameras everywhere, people watching, you’re sitting next to Anna Wintour, don’t make it obvious,” I think to myself as a silent reminder, forcing myself to tear my gaze away.

My last relationship ended earlier this Summer, and I had every intention of not starting any relationships anytime soon…but then I met you. I’m a big fan of S.S. Daley, and when you became one of the models for their first ever women’s collection, I was absolutely hooked. However, we agreed to keep it secret for the time being, which is proving to be a little difficult once I couldn’t decline an invite to the runway show for London fashion week.

We made plans to leave separately and meet up at my place later, which I have to keep reminding myself of so I don’t make a fool of myself in this room. I snap out of my daze when I hear clapping, glancing around and clapping my hands together as well, biting back a smirk as I look at you.