Living With The Bad Boy

60) Why Your Ass?

"Princess," a voice said. Ugh, go away, I'm sleeping. "Princess, babe, gorgeous, honey boo." I snorted at that. "I knew you're awake."

"Let me sleep," I groaned, patting the space around me until I felt a spikey cheek. It sent an odd wave down my body and I pulled it closer to me, wrapping my arms around it.

Something near my neck moved and I felt the face place a kiss on my neck. Now that got me awake. "Go back to sleep," I muttered at Sam, wanting to shift over but the stupid cast was too heavy.

"We have to go to Texas, remember?" he nudged, getting out of my hold. My eyes shot open and found his hair in its I-want-to-run-my-fingers-through-it way and he was changed into a tight fitting shirt with blue jeans. "I know I'm hot but you're drooling on my pillow." What?

"No I'm not," I muttered, blushing as I felt my chin and lips. What an ass.

"You're cute princess," he chuckled, helping me get off the bed. "You know we only have three hours to get to the airport, right?"

"Shit," I cursed, grabbing my crutches and heading to the bathroom. Even with a broken leg, I managed to brush my teeth, take a shower, put on some sweats and a shirt, and packed a bag with a couple t-shirts and shorts and other stuff, getting out of the room the same time Sam did.

"Here's your passport and ticket," Luke said, coming out of his room. He ruffled my slightly wet hair and pulled me in for a quick hug. "Be careful and don't talk to strangers."

"Yes dad," I smiled, rolling my eyes. Bethany came out and gave me a bigger hug.

"Take him to our old house and tell mom and dad I said hi," she whispered in my ear.

"I was planning on that," I whispered back, ruffling her hair. We bid our goodbyes and found no one downstairs.

"We can get breakfast on the way," Sam promised, squeezing my hand as he helped me into one of the cars.

"Or else I'll die of hunger," I dramatically said, putting my portable charger in the back seat.

"We wouldn't want that," he snorted, starting the car. We stopped by at Starbucks for once and ordered a bagel and coffee, then stopped at Dunkin Donuts because that wasn't enough for us.

"I'm stuffed," I groaned as I finished my last munchkin. He kept going on his second box and shrugged. How the hell did he manage to maintain those abs?

"I'm not," he smirked, popping another one into his mouth. "You know we're going to have food on the plane, right?"

"It's like four hours," I pointed out. "We ain't getting anything."

"I think I forgot to tell you that we're going first class," he casually said, eating another munchkin. The sky looked really blue and the trees-

"Excuse me?" I asked in a high-pitched voice. "I don't remember booking first class tickets."

"I might have changed something when you were in the shower," he shrugged. I openly gaped at him and was ready to take my shoe off to hit him but he held a hand out and squeezed my knee. Why the hell did that relax me? "I'm kidding princess, I have my ways."

"And what are your ways?" I asked. I wouldn't be surprised if he sweet talked them into letting us have first class tickets.

Being the guy he is, he simply smirked and parked the car, helping me get out and carried our bags to the airport. We had to go through a bunch of security and barely made it in time for the flight.

"We wouldn't have had to rush if you didn't go through every single fucking store," he said, panting from literally carrying me and running up the stairs so that we were seated on nice, comfy seats with no one around us.