I knock on the door, soon opened by Wilbur. He looks down at me and grins, leaning against his doorframe, nearly making me melt.
"Hey,"
"Hi," I say. "I'm all packed up, do you want any help?"
"I mean, I have basically everything, but you can help with the last bit if you want."
"Alright," I step in as he lets me, smelling that he lit a candle. The smoke smell is still there, but at least covered up.
"I just gotta pack up my carry on bag." Wilbur explains, leading me to his room. He picks up his backpack and starts loading it with stuff on his desk, including the notebook I peeked in. I figure I'm no help, so I just sit on the corner of his bed, watching him. Hating him for being so irresistible. He catches me staring and smiles at me. "What?"
"Just looking at you." I say, biting on my fingernail.
"You know," Wilbur says, zipping his bag up and setting it on the floor next to his suitcase. "There's gonna be a lot of cameras on us in London."
"We have to look good for them, of course." I bite my lip as he sits next to me.
"Of course,"
"Wait, are we gonna be late?" I ask, looking at his watch.
"We can wait a few minutes, it's fine." He says, placing his finger beneath my chin and lifting my head up. I grab his face and kiss him, twirling one of his curls around my finger. His hands find my hips, going underneath my sweatshirt to wrap his long fingers around my bare waist. Our mouths move in sync, his tongue swiping against mine. Sadly, his phone ringing breaks us up.
"Hello?" He says, obviously annoyed. "No, I know. We'll be down in a few minutes, I'm finishing packing."
As he continues to talk with whoever, I lean forward and press my lips against his neck. His voice breaks as I lightly bite and suck on his skin, hoping to leave a mark.
"Yeah, okay, fine, we're coming down now." Wilbur says, hanging up and lightly pushing me away, his face completely red. "I'm on the phone!"
"You liked it," I giggle and look at his mouth. "Oh my God, my lip balm is all over you."
"Really?" He laughs, starting to swipe it away but I grab his hand to stop him.
"Hold on, it's cute!" I pull out my phone and take a picture of him as he gives a goofy grin with a messy ring of my lip balm around his lips. "Alright, let's go."
We meet in the hallway with our stuff, Wilbur taking his suitcase, his backpack, and my backpack while I just roll my suitcase. A week ago, he would've made me carry his stuff. We carefully take everything downstairs and go out to the car waiting for us. As I'm sitting by the open window, I notice someone take a picture of us before we drive off.
The driver and passenger can't see us because of a divider, so I look over at Wilbur. I use my face to turn his head and connect our lips again, but start moving my lips all over his face as he laughs, getting my lip balm all over. His hand picks up my legs and brings them over his lap, pulling me closer to him as he kisses my neck, doing the same thing I did to him. I lean my head back, giving him more space to work with, but it's soon ended by the car parking. I give him a quick kiss before we get out and, to my shock, there's paparazzi standing outside the airport entrance.
"Jesus fuck, how did they know we'd be here?"
"People can find flight times and shit like that." He tells me, wrapping one arm around me and carrying his suitcase with the other. The cameras flash at us and I suddenly feel embarrassed, realizing that the whole world is gonna see hickeys on our necks and my lip balm all over his face.
We go through customs with his team and head to our waiting area, but I see it's a private area and just us. "Holy shit, are we going on a jet?"
"Yes ma'am," He says. "It'll be night time when we get there. Uh, I'm staying with my mum. We got a hotel room for you, but she said you're welcome to stay with us."
"You tell her about me?" I grin, looking up at him as we walk onto his jet. The guy who likes me has a private jet. Insanity.
"I mean, she sees us kissing on the internet, so yeah. Does your mom not know about us?"
"I haven't talked to her since I moved in last month. I guess she sees it online."
"Why aren't you talking?" He frowns, sitting next to me in a fancy, cushioned chair.
I shrug. "She's mad I moved here instead of going to school."
"Oh, I'm sorry." Wilbur says, playing with a lock on my hair on my shoulders. "My mom thinks we're dating for real, by the way. I think she'd feel weird about a fake relationship, so just act like it, I guess."
"I guess I will." Maybe I like the idea of being called his girlfriend.
"She really wants to meet you, if you wouldn't mind."
"Of course," I grin, leaning my head back. "I'll take her offer of sleeping there."
"Cool," He says with a yawn. "Can we watch some movies to keep us awake?"
