Chapter 11.

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ROSE P.O.V.

"Is someone staring at me?" He said in a teasing tone making me quickly avert my gaze away from him and his perfect face. I scrunch my nose at his cheekiness, cursing myself for being caught checking him out. After an hour of sitting silently, I finally decided to switch on the radio and was pleasantly surprised to hear it playing my favorite song. As the melodious voice of Ellie Goulding fills the car, I started to hum along.

You're the light, you're the night

You're the color of my blood

You're the cure, you're the pain

You're the only thing I wanna touch

Never knew that it could mean so much, so much

I started singing the song by this point, and enjoying it thoroughly.

You're the fear, I don't care

'Cause I've never been so high

Follow me through the dark

Let me take you past our

satellites

You can see the world you

brought to life, to life

So love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do

Love me like you do, lo-lo-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, to-to-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?

I kept humming and singing along, my eyes closed, the warm breeze caressing my skin. 

I was brought out of my trance when the car came to a stop. Opening my eyes I noticed that we were in front of a glass building with 'MoMA' written at the top, and its full form written in front of us at the entrance gate 'The Museum of Modern Art'.

Okay, so all the possibilities in my mind were useless and definitely didn't involve my history assignment.

Lorenzo stepped out and came around the car to open the door for me, making me blush at his 'perfect gentleman' gesture. 

Climbing out of the car I began walking towards the building without saying anything to him.

"So.... you're a fifty shades of grey fan huh? Didn't take you as a Christian Grey fan." he broke the silence by teasing me, again.

"Yes I am, any problem?" I snapped.

"Ahaaa, so you're of those kinky types" he mused, making me groan in frustration. I felt so embarrassed by his sudden remark, I mean what the hell did he think of me?

"What makes you think so? Only boys can watch kinky movies" I ask, stressing on the word 'Kinky'. Before I could give him a little more piece of mind, my eyes widened at the scenario that had caught my attention.

"It's beautiful," I said, mesmerized by the interior of the museum.  One would assume a museum to be an old building full of the old fashioned interior, and boring display cases, but no this was the complete opposite. The museum was beautiful, modern, and absolutely elegant. And to top it all off, it was huge, with a labyrinth-like system to walk through.

"Come, I'll show you around. This is one of my favorite Art Museums" Lorenzo grasped my relatively small and warm hand in his huge and cold hand, holding it tight and I couldn't help but smile and blush like a schoolgirl.

Holding Lorenzo's hand seemed like a dream of a life, a life that I wanted to be all mine.

He looked at me suspiciously and asked "What did you just say?"

Can he hear my thoughts?

Maybe I blurted out loud. I thought to myself and made a note to be even more careful with my thoughts around him.

"Nothing," I replied.

The very first painting that caught my attention was Starry night. I never thought that I would be able to see it up close. There were stunning, diverse collections of art from a ton of different people of different eras, and walks of life. Very rarely did I encounter two works from the same artist unless it was a Picasso or any other special exhibit.













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