𝘐𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘓𝘪𝘧𝘦

Chapter. 25

here's some smut before I go to the dentist

Ayla

I stepped off of the platform and onto the plane. I began stepping into economy when Noah grabbed my arm and sent me a confused smile.

"We're in first class." He mumbled, leading me by my elbow.

"Oh-" I let out.

Wow, I've never been in first class before. I've seen it on tv, with the warm towels and tv, they even have a bar! I can't drink but it'll be nice to see.

"So these two are you guys and I'm right here in-front." I nodded at Matteo while slipping into the window seat.

"You've flown before, right?" He asked, settling into his seat while resting his head back as Matteo placed our carry ons up into the overhead bins.

"Yeah." I could feel Matteo's eyes on me when I confirmed that thought while locking eyes with him.

"Paris is way better than Italy, we should be going t-ouch! Sorry!" Noah groaned after his father scolded him with a slap to the side of the head.

"Whatcha gonna do?" I turned my head to Noah.

"Catch up on sleep, why?" He pondered.

"I'll do the same."

-

A few hours into the flight I woke up with a full bladder. Looking up to make sure it was okay for me to leave my seat.

With the confirmation of the red seat belt sign I stood up and made my way down the aisle. Noticing that Matteo had been away from his seat.

Pushing the door open I stared at Matteo zipping his fly up.

He raised a brow and grabbed my elbow, pulling me into the confined space.

I furrowed my brows as he leaned behind me to lock the door.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He sighed, staring down at me.

"How's your head, are the stitches bothering you?" He asked.

"I mean.." I was taken aback by his comment.

"Does it hurt?" He pressed his fingers into my hair and felt around for the stitches, his fingertips caressing my scalp.

"I mean, it just feels.. sore I guess. When I lean back I can feel it, I have to lean on the side." I pressed the side of my head to my palm and tried to show him.

"Like a headache?" He asked, massaging my head slowly.

I closed my eyes shut, feeling the pleasure that his hands had been giving me.

"Mhm, more like sore. I don't know how to explain it."

He sighed, letting my body fall back onto his chest as he rubbed the tension from my head.

"I fell off my bike when I was little, I had to get eight stitches. I get it." His voice sounded so relaxed.

I could feel his muscles against my back, flexing slowly. I felt his hand part from my scalp and come around my stomach.