Theo really had acquainted me with the whole of the English national football team.

By the time he had been leading me to his car, my head had been spinning after meeting so many good looking and kind men, feeling very light headed.

Now that we were driving towards a movie theatre where he had insisted on us going to see a movie - instead of going to mine - I couldn't help but think further about the mean women.

"Why are you being so quiet? What's going on?"

"You do realise we won't be able to enjoy the movie if there are any people who recognise you? And I'm positive that there will be..." I frowned, looking out into the evening through the passenger's side window.

"Leave that to me, Scarlett, I've got it handled," he assured me for the hundredth time,"did something happen during my practice?"

I just shook my head, not wanting to worry him with my dumb insecurities. I would get over what certain women there had thought of me, and would also get used to increased judgement from the public. It was a hefty price to pay for being able to be with Theo Black.

"Tell me," he kept on glancing at me, not pleased with my intent on keeping my thoughts bottled up and hidden from him.

"This is just me, Theo, thinking too much and worrying myself," I spoke, shaking my head with a small laugh. He again didn't seem too amused.

"Scarlett..." he sighed, somehow having been able to read me like an open book.

"The women there... they were just very vocal with their opinions about me, and about us," I shook my head, speaking after a moment of hesitation, "I had Emma and Red though, it was fine."

"Which women? The jersey chasers?" He was then asking.

"The what?"

"They're the groupies of football, love," he glanced his gaze towards me momentarily when I let out a small breath.

"Right. They just said I was ordinary and that there was no way you and I could last, since you're so obviously in this just for the sex," I rolled my eyes lightly, understanding now that I shouldn't be believing or even listening to women who merely flocked around athletes for sex and fame.

"Please, don't tell me you believe them—"

"No, I don't. I'm fine with the way I look, and if I was worried you were in this just for the sex, I would start a month of celibacy to find out," I concluded with a shrug, and he laughed.

"You're incredibly sexy, Scarlett. I—"

"So were they. Men like big breasts, I'm sure they're sexy as well—"

"Don't cut me off, birdie," I felt his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze, "for me personally, the jersey chasers are a bit too much; some of the guys like them, which is why they're even allowed in. Don't take anything they say to heart, they're only jealous."

"I know, I know..." I nodded with a sigh, "I'm fine, really. I'm just not used to... all that."

"I know, love, and that's fine," his hand on my thigh and moved to find my hand, taking it in his. My heart was breaking through my chest at how sweet he was being.

"Forget them, focus on me," Theo sent me a light grin, "you're in for a treat once we get to the theatre..."

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"You can't be serious..." I was shaking my head, completely taken aback, "how much did you have to pay to... to..."

I was shifting on the red couch to be able to examine the rest of the movie theatre completely empty behind us. The lights had already dimmed and the commercials before the movie were now playing.

Theo was relaxing, seeming amused by my state of absolute shock. Had he bought all the other seats so we'd be alone here, in the lounge movie theatre?

"The movie's about to start, Scarlett. Will you calm down?" He chuckled, his arm resting on top of the backrest behind me.

I sighed and sat down, arms folding over my chest with an appropriate space left between the crazy man and me.

"How much did it cost you, Theo?" I didn't like the thought of his spending so much money, especially since we could have had a private movie night at mine as well.

"Not much, really," he shrugged, and I raised my brows at him with a very unamused expression, "I pulled some strings... I worked with an ad campaign for them and they owed me."

"I don't want you to go to trouble like this with me. Or spend money on me, I don't feel comfortable with it..."

His arm moved down to be over my shoulders, slowly pulling me against his side. I found myself kicking my shoes off, bringing my knees up to my chest and cuddling up against his side.

"Sure," his reply wasn't too convincing, but as the movie began, I had no other option but to believe him and concentrate on what was happening on the huge screen in front of us.

"Oh, and by the way, Scarlett," Theo spoke, his voice incredibly low to match our dark surroundings.

"Yes?"

"There's a security camera in the back corner, so you can't start jumping my bones or anything of that sort..." he teased, kissing my cheek.

"Oh, how will I ever be able to hold myself back?" I dramatised, and he laughed.

"I am pretty irresistible..." he shrugged casually, a teasing tone lacing his voice. I felt his lips and hot minty breath moving against the side of my head.

"But so are you, so I guess we're even," he concluded and brought his free arm up to gently turn my face towards his.

I giggled quietly, body buzzing with excitement before his lips brushed against mine and he kissed me gently.

"What about the movie, Theo? Or the security camera?" I grinned against his lips, my body turning towards his with the strong pull I felt towards him.

"I've heard the beginning is boring. And some donut-eating security guard can conduct a one handed concerto, if you get what I mean..." he explain, and I burst out laughing.

I brought my hand to cover my mouth, embarrassed by the loud laugh that had left my lips.

"Jesus, I think I've gone deaf!" He pretended he couldn't hear from his ear which was closest to me.

"Stop that," I shook my head and nudged him, unable to hide the wide smile now on my lips.

"What?" He raised his voice on purpose, just teasing me as if he couldn't hear me.

I raised my brows at him and he chuckled, "alright, sorry, love."

"I've never heard that before. Conducting a one handed concerto? It must be the worst euphemism for masturbation, ever," I spoke, giving him a small grin, voice quiet since we were so close; he was keeping me so close.

"It is," he agreed, his index finger and thumb gently holding my chin and guiding my lips closer to his, "I like you, Scarlett. A lot. Maybe too much."

He murmured against my lips before kissing me slowly. I swear to all that is holy when I say I almost fainted there and then, overwhelmed with everything, especially the way how I was so enveloped and intoxicated by him.

The thought of how immature it had been for a man in his late twenties to say how he liked me, in a way elementary school kids do, passed through my mind, but faded immediately when he deepened the kiss.

"It would've been more okay to kiss me if we'd just gone to mine, Theo..." I pulled back after a moment, my hand on his chest. His heart was beating faster, his dark eyes searching mine. It looked as if there was something he wanted to say, but held back.

"I know," he let out a small breath and gave me an almost shy smile in the dim and empty movie theatre.

"Why didn't we go there, then?" I tilted my head to one side, a smile tugging at the sides of my lips.

He leaned back on the couch, eyes moving to the movie playing in front of us. I studied the side of his face, waiting for him to answer.

"I don't want you to feel like we would need to be hiding away in either one of our homes to have privacy from the public," Theo explained, his arm still over my shoulders and holding me close to his side.

He really was trying to make me comfortable with this whole thing, and I found that incredibly sweet. I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you. But please don't go to all this effort, it's really not worth it. I'm happy with just being in our homes—"

"I know you're not, Tinker Bell. And if you are now, you'll get frustrated and tired of it sooner or later," he gave me a small glance, brows raising to prove his point, "if I get to even try making this whole thing feel even the least bit normal for you, money isn't a concern."

I sighed quietly, trying to process what he was telling me. I directed my gaze to the movie as well.

"And trust me, this is very much worth it," he added.