Blair's pov
Warning: Sexual scenes a head
Our plane lands and we exit.
The air here is warmer than where we live.
The sounds of Italian music comes into are hears as we step out of the sir port.
It so beautiful here.
Tall buildings against each other are all around us.
"Wow" I gasp as my eyes continue to scan around.
"Stop being a tourist and lets go find the hotel" Greyson gently shoves my shoulder.
"Fuck you" I snap back.
"If you say so" He smirks and puts our bangs in the back seat f a rental car.
Alex's mouth drops open "Gross"
"Just like your face" Greyson says jokingly.
I bite my lips trying not to laugh.
"Say that to your face" Alex mumbles.
Greyson just rolls his eyes.
We all get in the car and start driving to the hotel.
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We have been driving now for about 30 minutes and we still have an hour left.
I sit in the passenger seat and Greyson drives while Alex is stuck with the back seat.
I turn on the radio and the first song to come on is 'Send my love' By Adele.
Me and Alex look at each other and start blasting the words at the top of ours lungs.
"Treat her better" Me and Alex sing at the same time.
Greyson just looks at us confused and shakes his head "Crackheads"
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We finally arrive at the hotel and its massive.
Greyson sais it has 10 floors.
Greyson unlocks our room and It's massive inside.
It only has one bed because Alex got another room.
The bathroom is so much bigger than the one in my apartment.
"Damn" I throw my stuff onto the bed and open the curtain to look at the breath taking view.
"I gonna go take a shower then we can head to bed. The big mission is tomorrow and we need as much sleep as we can get" He takes off his shirt and throws it on the bed next to our stuff.
"Ok ill be out here" I reply.
He goes in the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. Not long after wards I hear the water being turned on.
I flop down on the bed and open up my suit case to find my journal.
I flip to a new page and click my pen so it works.
I start writing and the time passes by fast.
Greyson walks out of the shower with only a pair of shorts on. His hair is still soaking wet but he's drying it with a towel.
God he's hot.
I finish up my last couple of sentences and then close my journal.
I glance over at him who is already looking at me.
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