panties // j. johnson

thirty-six

camila's pov

i leaned my head against jack's shoulder and closed my eyes. we were currently at the airport waiting for our flight, and we were sitting on one of those ugly, carpeted chairs.

i felt jack let out a tired breath and kiss my head from the side.

"i'm so fucking tired of waiting," i mumbled, leaning my head up and accepting the fact that i wasn't going to be able to nap here.

"join the club."

jack looked down at his watch, "i think we'll be able to board soon, though. we have three minutes." i nodded and we continued waiting.

finally, we heard our flight over the PA system of the airport.

"flight 209, now boarding!" we heard, and jack grabbed both of our suitcases and rolled them to the door of the plane.

"finally!" i said, excitedly, pushing past the people in the plane.

"i know, baby," he laughed. he looked down at the tickets and searched for our seats, when finally, i saw them.

"over there! i call window seat!" i said.

he smiled and nodded, shuffling into the airplane chairs. he put the overhead bags above us, and his shirt rolled up a bit. i saw his underwear line and nearly melted at the sight, but that's not important.

jack sat down next to me with an exasperated sigh. he was annoyed and i knew it, there was just so many stressful things happening today.

i decided to spark up some conversation while the plane was still dormant.

"so, when do you think we'll land?" i asked.

he looked at me, "i'm pretty sure the flight is four hours."

i nodded slowly and leaned back in my seat.

i know i keep saying this but this book is going to end really, really soon! like there's not even ten chapters left, it's going to end with them in palm springs.