Chapter 20

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Ariana's Jet

Ariana's Jet

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Y/n's POV

"Babbbbby stop," Ari giggled as I kept replaying the TikTok of her with her song Dangerous Woman. Some fans had made a one-minute edit of her throughout the years, including now, and let me tell you, it was hot. Ariana is 100 percent hot, but Ariana back in her Dangerous Woman era and the Sweetener tour? Good god.

We were currently on her jet flying to Florida to her family's home. She was sitting on my lap, and it's still obvious that she's been extremely clingy and needy lately, which I love. "Baby, you were so fucking sexy," I say to her, replaying the video. Ariana snatches the phone from my hand.

"What do you mean 'were,' Y/n?" she asks me sternly. I gulp.

Oh fuck, I didn't mean it like that. The look she's giving me is sending shivers down my spine, and not the good kind.

"I didn't mean it like that, baby. I mean the costumes and dances during the tour. Ya know," I say with a nervous chuckle.

She stares at me, squinting her eyes for a good minute until she slowly smiles. "I know, babe," she says, patting my cheek.

Yep she scares the fuck out of me.

I sighed in relief as she nestled her face into the crook of my neck while I nervously scrolled through TikTok. There were so many videos of her, especially ones of us together. Then there were the ones from the Olympics in Paris—pictures of her sitting while talking on the phone with me, and beautiful photos of her and Cynthia. "Oh, there it is," she said. "Wait, go back to the last TikTok, baby." I scrolled back and saw a TikTok zoomed in on her phone. "What is it?" I asked.

Ariana giggled. "I swear they are good," she said. "Look, they are talking about the screensaver on my phone. It's of me and you," she added with a smile.

I focused on the TikTok and listened. I chuckled. "Wow, they are good," I said. I turned to look at Ariana. "If we had crossed paths when we were younger, do you think you would have still found me attractive?" I asked.

Ariana sat up and looked at me seriously. "I mean, if you're hot now, I can imagine how sexy you 'were' back then," she said. I sat there for a minute, letting her words sink in.

"Oh, touché, Ms. Grande."

"Were? I'm still sexy," I said to her. She laughed and patted my cheek, "Yeah, that stings, huh?" she teased with a smirk on her face. I scoffed and chuckled. "Yep, that's it," I said, standing up with her still in my arms. She squeaked, "Baby!" she said, laughing. "Where are you taking me?" she asked, giggling.

"To our clubhouse," I replied.

"Our clubhouse?" she asked, confused.

"Yeah, the mile-high club," I said with a smirk.

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