One fateful night brings Maddy and Quinn together, a night full of promises and regrets. Will these two find out the true meaning of love? Or will their paths separate, never to see each other again.
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Maddy's Pov:
My legs are crossed, outstretched in front of me as I mentally prepare for lift-off. We made it with more than an hour to spare. Thankfully, security was no issue, and now we're seated with Quinn on the aisle side. It was strange not fighting him over it. I usually have to race Eve to get the window, but he willingly sat by the aisle. I stare at the raindrops, enjoying the calm they bring me. My almost panic attack is long forgotten, all thanks to the boy next to me. The flowers were unexpected, but it's my first time receiving them, at least from a guy.
Tyler... he told me straight up that he'd never buy me flowers simply because I actually wanted them. Crazy, I know. There were actually a lot of red flags I should have picked up on earlier, but young love, I guess. On the other hand, Quinn has kept his promise and made many lame jokes, but they're so stupid that I have to laugh. The fact that they're not funny makes them funny. I wonder if he knows what he's doing because it's really hard not to swoon over him when he's giving me this princess treatment. I sigh, tucking a strand of hair out of my face as I keep my gaze on the airport runway, trying to suppress the warmth Quinn has brought to my heart. Something I've found myself doing often these days. You would think I'd be smart and put space between us, but what do I do? Hop on a plane to spend the next four days with not only Quinn but the whole Hughes family. Speak of the devil, he taps my shoulder lightly to get my attention.
"We're about to take off. Are you good with heights and planes?" I raise a brow, staring at him with amusement.
"You wait until I'm already on the plane, strapped in, to ask me that question? Not to mention the wheels are rolling now, so there would be no backing out, even if I was squeamish."
"Um, sorry?" His lips are pulled in a thin line, and he's rubbing a hand on the back of his neck, a nervous habit.
"I'm okay for the most part. I'll offer you my hand though, if you need moral support." I tease, bumping our shoulders.
"You realize I'm in a plane pretty much every other day during playoffs, even the regular season, right?"
"Yes, smartass, I'm aware. I was only teasing." I retort, rolling my eyes. He flashes me a grin, one that I'm sure has made many panties drop. Unfortunately, I feel myself falling into the trap. So I force my gaze back out the window, looking down at the city, sadly hidden by the fog. Shame, it's truly a beautiful sight. I can't tell if it's the gloomy weather or the simple fact that I've been awake since 5, but I let out a yawn, my eyes slowly closing. I try resting my head against the window. When that doesn't work, I prop my head against the palm of my hand. It works for a minute until my arm starts hurting. I let out a mix of a groan and sigh, frustrated that nothing seems to work.
I hear a soft snicker next to me. Turning to face Quinn, I shoot him a glare. He looks to be holding in a much bigger laugh.
"Something funny?" I ask, keeping my tone flat. He stares back in amusement. Suddenly he leans closer, tucking a fallen strand behind my ear.
