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06 | an italian getaway

"I call the window seat," I said as Jameson and I made our way to the fourteenth row of the plane. It wasn't very full, considering the fact that we were headed to Tuscany, Italy.

"Not necessary," Jameson said, sliding into the very seat I'd requested. "All you do is stare at me, anyway."

I smacked the back of his neck.

Jameson merely raised an eyebrow. "Come on, Heiress," he murmured. "Put up a fight."

Smirking, I slid into his lap and kissed him hard. Hungrily, he responded, tangling his fingers in my hair.

I let myself enjoy the kiss for a few seconds before taking it to my advantage and pushing him into the seat beside the aisle.

Jameson stretched his arms overhead, grinning as if this had been his plan all along. I wouldn't be surprised.

Disproving his point, I spent a good majority of flight staring out the window. I did sneak glances at him, however, when he was asleep.

I was studying the clouds below what I'd determined to be Canada when a warm pair of arms grabbed me. This wouldn't have been effective if I'd had my seatbelt on, but this was a rare moment when they weren't necessary.

So my boyfriend easily, and aggravatingly, pulled me against him. Pressing his warm lips to my ear, "You should get some sleep, Heiress. Big day tomorrow."

There was a smirk on his lips.

The only thing we had planned for our first day in Tuscany was to collapse in bed. The impromptu trip had been proposed out of spontaneity, considering that Jameson and I still had four months before college started. Also because Nash and Libby were honeymooning in Cancun and we'd been jealous.

Not of the location but of a vacation altogether.

Jameson and I had been so busy lately that we hadn't traveled in nearly three months.

"I can't sleep on planes," I reminded Jameson.

"Precisely why you're going to sleep on me." He pulled me into his chest, voice raspy with sleep, and tucked my head into the warm crook of his neck. "Just like you do at home."

I would've argued with him further - I had been studying the storm clouds over Quebec, after all - but Jameson was warm. Strong.

He was like a sedative.

Releasing a sigh, I stopped fighting the drowsiness and tucked my body into his folds. I fell asleep into Jameson - and into a coma-like dreamless sleep.