Living With The Bad Boy

63) What's Next, Unprotected Sex?

"I wish we could stay longer," Sam admitted as we ate part of our dinner. The airport always had good food so I dragged Sam over to McDonald's and got a shit load of french fries. It wasn't the healthiest but definitely the tastiest.

"Me too," I sighed, kind of stating the truth but kind of not. There were so many people that I didn't want to see. "I'm going to miss them."

"In a way, they're always with you," he reassured, tapping my locket and bracelet. The locket had their faces inside and I rarely took it off.

"Yeah," I nodded. It made sense in a way.

"And they're always watching over you too," he said, running his fingers down my hair. "They'll always love you."

I didn't have anything to say to that so I nodded and leaned into him, burying my head into his neck. I could hear his heartbeat get faster and I placed my hand over his chest.

"Your heart is beating really fast Sam," I whispered, looking up at his dilated pupils. His lips were very pink from down here and a little stubble framed his cheeks and sharp jawline.

"You know why," he whispered back, tracing my face with his fingertips. That sent a shiver down my spine and I leaned closer to him.

"Why?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer. It was nice to hear it coming out of his mouth though.

"Because of you," he whispered. "Only you. No one else but you."

"Last call for row 4!" the woman up front yelled. I looked around and found no one else but us sitting on the chairs.

"C'mon princess," he sighed, carrying both of the bags. I took the food bag and hooked it onto my crutch, following him inside as we gave the lady our tickets. "We're flying first class again and I do not want to miss the seat."

"Relax," I rolled my eyes. "We can't miss our seats, there's literally no one there."

"You never know," he shrugged, helping me up the stairs. It's funny how I've gotten used to hopping up stairs without breaking a sweat.

"See, there's no one here," I said, taking a seat on the couch. It was pretty much a couch at this point. Sam put all of our stuff on his seat and slid in next to me because there was so much space and pulled the curtain over so that no one would disturb us. Being in the corner had its perks.

"There's nothing wrong about being careful," he shrugged, making me sit between his legs and lean against his front. I reached over to grab my strawberry milk and licked the whipped cream. He reached over for his french fries and dipped one of them in my shake and took a bite.

"What the hell?" I said, staring at him. "That's really gross Sam."

"You find chips in a salad good and I find a milkshake better than ketchup," he shrugged. "Wanna try?"

"No way," I grimaced, moving my straw over so that it wouldn't touch that particular spot. I did not like salt on my milkshake, call me picky if you want to.

"Your loss," he shrugged, dipping more of his french fries into my milkshake. He was weird like that sometimes and I was thankful to know this side of him.

"Not really," I shrugged, handing him my milkshake. I was full. The announcements told us to fasten our seatbelts and I tucked our stuff in safely and pulled the seatbelt over Sam and I until we were in the air. After my ears stopped popping, I pulled the curtains over and pressed a button to order food. I was hungry again.

A couple seconds later, a lady in her mid-thirties came over and handed us both a tray. I thanked her and pulled the curtain down as Sam moved me over to the side so that we could eat. My eyes widened at the breadsticks with butter and a series of desserts on the side. Even the soup smelled heavenly.