Oreos for Breakfast: Chapter 28

Oreos For Breakfast: Chapter 35
By the Paperbag Princess and Pumpkin Coach

"Pack a bag, baby. We're going away for New Year's."

"We're what?" I had to smile as I heard Paris giggle on the other end of the phone line.

"You heard me," I said, pressing on the gas as the car behind me honked. I hated LA traffic. "We're going away for New Year's… that's okay, isn't it? You don't have to work?"

I wanted to just get away for a bit. Especially somewhere where my family couldn't find me, and the paparazzi wouldn't find us. Nothing could prepare me for what life was like as Paris Hilton's new boyfriend. Everywhere I went they found me. They must have had people at every store in LA on their payroll because they knew what I'd bought Paris for Christmas before I did.

We'd been out every night, and spent one night in Vegas this week. But we still had to get out of town to get any privacy, even if we were going with her friends. I liked her friends. The girls were the center of the group, and the guys just tried to keep up with them. So the guys were all sorta like me, and all the girls were pretty. I had only known them for about a week, but I already felt like one of the group.

Paris laughed again and my heart jumped a bit. I really did like her laugh… especially when she was in my arms. There were no problems in Paris' world and I liked that. No parents fighting and definitely no being sad because your ex-girlfriend was showing up everywhere with her new perfectly normal lawyer boyfriend who was everything you weren't. I had barely thought of Rachel at all since I got to LA and Paris' world.

"Nothing until Monday," Paris said. "Where are we going?"

"Skiing. You like skiing, right?"

Rachel hated skiing. No chance of running into her and perfect Ben on the slopes.

"How'd you know? Did Nicky tell you we were just talking about going to Aspen?"

"Maybe. She told me a bunch of people were going up to Aspen for New Year's. I thought we could go, too. I bet you look cute in a little fur coat and boots, baby." Or out of them, to be exact. Not that we'd had sex yet. Maybe this weekend, though. We wouldn't be staying out until four every night.

"Can I be your ski bunny?"

The word almost made me almost run off the road, but I caught myself before running into a stop sign. "Sure, baby." I tried to sound as cavalier as possible. Did she know that Rachel called me 'bunny'? That wasn't common knowledge, was it? "I'll pick you up at four. Our flight's at six."

I'd have to remember that three hours was not enough lead time for my new girlfriend to pack and primp for anything, let alone going away for an entire weekend. When I arrived at her house, she was still dressed in only a robe and had three suitcases half-packed.

But we were finally here and it was just like I'd imagined. Fluffy white snow everywhere as we unpacked our cars and settled into the ski cabin. Well, cabin wasn't the right word for it. It was more like a mansion, with more than enough room for everyone. Paris and I got the master suite complete with whirlpool and balcony.

"Nick, this is so perfect!" Paris exclaimed, joining me on the balcony as I took in the scene around us. Later we'd go to dinner in town and then… who knows what. Someone had something about midnight skiing, but I wasn't sure I was up for that.

"Well, it was Nicky's idea. I just went along with it."

"Still. It's very sweet. You're such a good guy, Nick. What did I do to deserve you?" she cooed, snuggling up to me for warmth as we both watched the snow falling in front of us.

"I'm thinking the same thing, baby."

"Bunny." She corrected and I tried to keep smiling. "I'm your little ski bunny this weekend, Nick."

She looked up at me and before I knew it my lips had found hers. I loved how she melted into me as I deepened our kiss. It made me feel like she needed me. It'd been a long time since I'd felt that way with a girl. Rachel was always directing me, but with Paris it was different. She was waiting for me to make the next move.

Then why wasn't I?

We'd had dinner with everyone and now she was tucked into the bed, and I was across the room on the couch staring at the fire. Was it because she kept making me call her 'bunny'? I'd been good about not thinking about Rachel for a while, but hearing that word kept bringing her back into my consciousness.

No. I had to move on. She'd said so. They were her rules, not mine. She'd moved on with Ben and Justin, and who knows how many other guys before them. I should be allowed to move on, too. Maybe Paris wasn't my perfect girl… but she was sweet and nice. She'd do anything for me and wanted me for more than just who I was. Right?

My head hurt from too much wine and staring into the fire. Tomorrow I'd stop playing hard to get, and we'd ring in the New Year right.

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