Out of Control: Into Your Everything-Chapter 149: He Has His Own Stars

Maybe it was because Scarlett Shaw’s eyes were too full of tears, so he didn’t see the flash of pain beneath her gaze.

When the meteor shower streaked past the floor-to-ceiling windows outside, Julian Ford was biting into Scarlett’s soft flesh; her legs pressed against his firm waist, raising her eyes to catch a glimpse of the romantic scene outside, and suddenly jumped up with delight.

"I want to make a wish first!"

Scarlett shoved Julian away, sat cross-legged in perfect, upright posture, completely ignoring someone who was about to shoot his arrow.

Julian pinched his brows, pulled her back into his arms again, his hand sliding down to her waist, gently squeezing as he spoke with a quiet voice, "If making wishes really worked, this whole world wouldn’t need to run anymore."

"Making wishes is just a way to express your feelings."

Scarlett was held up by Julian; he was strong, she struggled but couldn’t break free, so she poked his chest in disdain.

"I know you’re a realist, but you can’t rob people of making wishes. It’s rare to see a meteor shower—don’t miss it, go on, make a wish!"

Julian lowered his gaze and looked at the brightness in her eyes reflecting the view outside, "Of course I won’t take away your right to make a wish, but you can’t force me to do something I neither agree with nor am interested in."

Scarlett: "..."

And look at that, it’s barely been a moment since he started telling her his true feelings, and this old fox is already getting cocky.

"So you’re telling me, in your whole life, you’ve never made a wish?" Scarlett stared at him. "Don’t you buy yourself a cake for your birthday every year?"

"You said it yourself—it’s just eating cake. Do you really think someone like me, who has everything, needs to make wishes?"

Scarlett blinked, her pretty, pale pink lips parted slightly.

Julian: "?"

Scarlett: "But you’re missing me."

In an instant, Julian’s indifferent eyes darkened, like ink poured over them; the meteor shower was far away, but the light seemed to shine in both Scarlett’s and Julian’s eyes at that moment.

Scarlett heard Julian murmur a low "Mm."

But before she could get smug, he quickly pinched her chin, made her turn her head towards the window. "Hurry up and make your wish—otherwise it’ll be over, and if you come crying to me for another meteor shower, I don’t exactly have the ability to put one on for you."

Scarlett’s almond eyes widened, "What kind of boyfriend talks like this? Normal guys—when their girlfriend wants the stars or the moon, they’d at least try to get them, right?"

Julian didn’t budge, "So you think they can actually get them?"

"..."

"If they can’t get them, there’s always substitutes." Scarlett muttered quietly.

Julian looked at her calmly, "Which means the things they promise are always the stuff they can’t actually do."

When it came to arguing logic, Scarlett never won with Julian.

But tonight, he’d spoiled her so much, she felt bold and reckless. She hooked her arm around his neck and said, willfully, "You wish first—or I’ll just let you watch me miss out on what I want to do."

She pressed close, rubbing against him with a deliberate tease.

Julian calmly curled his lips, half-smile locking her waist and shifting her down, "If I’m not mistaken, this counts as a threat. You know threats don’t work on me."

Scarlett pulled out her playboy lines, "If you see it that way, can’t help you. Besides, you used to threaten me way worse than this."

Julian paused his teasing, gave her a deep look, his eyes drifting to the window.

"Done wishing."

Scarlett was stunned, "That fast?"

Julian arched his brow and pressed her to sit on his lap, "You think I’m fast?"

Scarlett’s cheeks suddenly blushed hot, shooting him an angry glare, but still curious: "Then what did you wish for?"

Julian looked like it was no big deal, about to answer when Scarlett clamped her hand over his mouth.

"Don’t say it! If you say it out loud, it won’t come true!"

"..."

When she felt his breath slide hot and damp across her palm, Scarlett instinctively jerked her hand back, face flushed red, while the culprit stayed all calm as ever.

Julian: "So, do you want to hear it or not?"

Scarlett: "I do."

Julian flipped them over again, pressing her beneath him and nipping at her dainty chin, "My wish—well, you can help grant it right now."

Their breath mingled, heated.

As Julian kissed the side of her neck, Scarlett turned her head away, a touch disappointed, "God, you’re so basic. You’d make a wish for this? It’s not like we’ve never done it before."

Serves her right for hoping, after he’d just confessed to her so sweetly tonight, that maybe he’d wish for something so touching it would make her heart race.

Only, as soon as Scarlett spoke, Julian suddenly pulled away, easily pulling her phone out of her pocket.

"Take me off your blacklist."

Scarlett: "Huh?"

Julian fiddling with her phone, seeing the passcode screen, considered for a moment, then shot her a glance, "That’s my wish."

Scarlett: "..."

"So your wish is for me to un-blacklist you?" she checked with him.

Julian: "What, I’m giving you the chance to grant my wish, and you’re not happy about it?"

Scarlett: "Oh, I couldn’t be happier, thank you for giving me such a precious opportunity."

If he was going to wish for something, he might as well just do it.

She was planning on taking him off anyway.

Scarlett reached for Julian’s hand to grab her phone back, ready to unblock him—only to see his long, pretty fingers already tapping smoothly on the screen, unlocking it effortlessly.

Scarlett froze, her almond eyes widening, "I’m pretty sure I never told you my phone passcode?"

"Considering you once changed mine to your birthday, knowing your personality, setting yours to my birthday as payback was hardly a stretch."

His words were maddening, but Julian’s eyebrows lifted—the fact clearly pleased him.

He handled the phone, and with a few taps, pulled himself out of Scarlett’s blacklist.

Seeing that someone’s contact was labeled simply as "Dog," Julian’s usually calm eyes finally revealed a flicker of feeling.

He reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, "So you’re ’Cutest in the World,’ but I’m just ’Dog’?"

Scarlett touched her nose, "I mean, you wouldn’t know if you hadn’t looked at my phone, right?"

Julian: "You trying to teach me ’hear no evil, see no evil’?"

Scarlett: "If you don’t like it, I can change it back. I can still type out ’Julian Ford’ you know."

Julian suddenly went quiet, tilting his head down to look at her.

His clean, handsome face still wore the lingering flush from their tenderness, black hair falling loose, his collar rumpled from her hands and hanging open; her slender neck, collarbone, and all her soft flesh were pink, almond eyes sparkling with a bit of irritation—though, deep down, her eyes brimmed with laughter that made him fall harder.

To Julian Ford, it didn’t matter what nickname she gave him, whether there was a meteor shower, or even if wishes could come true.

What mattered was...

He had his star.

Scarlett tried to grab her phone back, but her pale pink lips were kissed by Julian, who quickly tapped out a few words on her keyboard and handed the phone to her again.

Scarlett caught it, and saw that, at the top of their WhatsApp chat, his contact was now labeled: Cutest Boyfriend in the World.