Onika's Pov
"Do you need any help?" I heard her smooth voice ask from behind me. I was trying my hardest to reach where our luggage was but it wasn't going well.
"Yeah I think so." I said huffing out of frustration. Hearing her airy chuckle made it a little less frustrating.
"You can just ask for help Onika no need to struggle in silence." She said reaching up to get our luggage. I know she was talking about this situation but that was a deeper meaning for me.
"Really?" I found myself asking her. I didn't mean to ask it out loud. She turned to me and her face of light heartedness turned into some of slight concern.
"Yes, really of course." She said looking at me. I didn't mind eye contact with her ,usually it made me slightly uncomfortable.
"I'll call you when I need to open a pickle jar." I joked and she slightly pushed me before reaching her hand out. It was a natural thing now. I took hers without hesitation as we walked out of the the plane.
I was in Paris, I couldn't believe this. I knew it was just the airport but I couldn't help but look at everything.
I heard a little chuckle from in-front of me and looked and saw Beyoncé looking at me.Her eyes, they looked warmer right now. They reminded me of fall and when leaves turned different colors.
"What are you looking at?" I asked her stare wasn't uncomfortable. Nothing she did made me uncomfortable now.
"You."
My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. We looked at each other and I turned away. My face felt, warm. I touched it lightly and it was definitely a little warmer to the touch.
She looked ahead of us again and my view was really just her hair that was in a messy bun. I looked down at our hands. It felt nice to hold hers.
I watched Beyoncé take care of everything. It felt weird sitting there. I was in Paris, with a millionaire who's now my friend, and I'm actually happy.
"Okay so we should be picked up soon, and then we'll make it to our hotel."I just nodded absently. It still felt bizarre.
"Pinch me." I said and I could hear her laugh.
"I don't think I need to, here—," She proceeded to link our arms and hands together. I looked up at her and I guess she beat me because she was already looking at me.
"Is that enough proof?" She asked and I nodded. I liked how soft her skin was and how nice she smelled. What would it be like to dig my face in between her neck again?
Get it together Onika.
I shook away the thought. Soon enough a limo pulled up, I did a double take.
"What is this? How—" She cut me off.
"I know people, plus I've been here multiple times just never for something that wasn't business." She opened the door for me. And I got in.
"Straight to the hotel right Ms.Knowles?" One of the guys asked.
"Yeah, thanks that's good. I really appreciate this." She said. She seemed so nice to her employees. I always assumed rich people were assholes.
"No problem Ms.Knowles." He rolled up the partition and I laid my back against the seat still trying to gather my thoughts.
"I'm in Paris, with you." And I heard her let out that beautiful airy laugh again.
"Yeah, are you okay?" She placed her hand on top of mine. I didn't know what to say. Was I okay? Right now in this moment, I was great.
"As long as I'm around you I will be." I said, I didn't mean to and I felt a flush of embarrassment asoon as I realized what I said. I looked up at her expecting a smug look but she looked surprised.
