𝒯𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓈𝓈

𝐹𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓎 𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉

𝒪𝓁𝒾𝓋𝒾𝒶'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

"Psst, Ol. Wake up sleepy head." Greyson whispers.

I sit up confused and check my surroundings realising we are still on the plane.

"We've landed."

"Oh." I mumble.

I stretch and Greyson offers me a hand which I gladly take standing up and getting off the plane.

Straight away we head into the car and we head back to the house.

I scroll on Instagram and see a photo of Theo James pop up on my feed.

Smash. Smash. Smash.

"Who's your celebrity crush?" I ask Greyson.

He looks at me confused.

"Surely you have a celebrity crush."

"Do you?"

"Yes. Duh." I state like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who is it?"

"Theo James for sure! He is beautiful." I stare at the photo on my Instagram.

"Show me." Noticing me looking at the photo.

I show him my phone, "Hm I'm way better looking than him."

I raise a brow, "You wish you were."

"I am. Easily."

"Oh I'm sure with your charming personality, kind and loving demeanour, you have women lining up at your door." I make my sarcasm known crossing my arms over my chest. "You know I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the first girl to ever interact with you due to your judgmental, plain and stubborn nature."

"You're a brutal little one, aren't you." Hie eyebrow shoots up for a second and he clearly finds it amusing.

At his accusation, the tone of his deep and husky voice makes my stomach tingle.

"Yes. Yes I am." I fire back.

His top lip twitches into what I think is a smile even though I doubt it as he barely ever smiles.

"Angelina Jolie." He breaks the silence.

"Ah. You do have a thing for brunettes don't you."

"Are you saying my type is brunettes?"

"If your celebrity crush is Angelina Julie who is brunette and your little fling Jasmine I think her name was she was brunette, so yes I am."

He shakes his head at my statement.

"Okay so if it's not when what is your type?" I ask curiously.

"Blonde." He says simply.

"Just blonde?"

"Blue eyes."