Being a celebrity was hard— the constant loss of privacy, the high expectations and the lack of genuine, loving relationships without having the world’s input on them. It was… delicate.

That’s why you decided to keep yours a secret.

Sebastian and you were laying in his bed. You had been staying over for the last few days, you never wanted to go home when you were with him.

Your fingers were interlaced, his thumb running over your index finger. A sweet smile on both your faces.

“So, do the girls back home touch you like I do?” You asked, chuckling at the sight of your hands tightly held together.

He chuckled and shook his head. “The other girls? Not a chance, love.”