Turbulence - (18+)

38.

GATE B33 SHAY

London (HTW)

We landed in London much later that evening, the familiar fog of the city welcoming us with open arms. Still bearing the scent of our sex, we checked into a hotel and showered, with Justin taking me shopping shortly after.

Completely sated from our sex in the air, I fell asleep locked tightly in his arms that night, my heart never feeling more full or happier. And as he kissed me to sleep, I hoped-truly hoped, that we could remain just like this for at least a month...

***

In the morning, I woke up completely sore and exhausted, with a full, assorted breakfast tray sitting to my left. A handwritten note from Justin was sitting right next to the strawberries.

Had to take a few phone calls.

I'll be back.

-Justin

I didn't let my mind wander to thoughts of why he'd once again felt the need to leave the room to talk on the phone; I decided to let it go.

I slowly sat up and started eating the breakfast, scrolling through my text messages as syrup dribbled down my chin.

Mom: Your apartment is far nicer than I thought it would be. Thank you for letting us use it.

Mom: How are you able to afford this? (Tell me Shay...*Are* you selling drugs?)

Amy: You missed the proposal of the year... It was AMAZING, Shay!

Heather: Really wish you could've been there. How's Justin?

Brian: She said yes! I'll send you pictures later today. It was EPIC.

Meredith: Your brother's proposal was whack as fuck. You owe me for forcing me to waste my Saturday on that. O_o. Pictures attached. [img.] [img.] [img.]

I laughed and clicked on the images, grateful that I'd escaped the "epic" celebration this weekend. As I was looking at the picture of Brian crying as he got down on one knee, Justin returned to the room.

"What's funny?" he asked, setting his phone on the desk.

"My brother's proposal." I held up the phone. "He was crying before he even got down on one knee."

He looked at the picture and raised his eyebrow. "Interesting."

"If you ever want to propose to me in the future, please don't cry in front of me. It'll ruin the mood."

He ignored that comment completely and pressed a strawberry against my lips. "Get dressed. We have only a day and a half left here, and I want to take you somewhere."

I smiled and quickly slid out of bed, dressing under his watchful eyes in the new jeans and sweater he'd bought me last night.

When I was finished, he clasped my hand and walked me out of the hotel and into a waiting taxi cab. Pulling me into his lap, he ran his fingers through my hair as the car careened across the cobble-stoned streets.

"Where are we going?" I asked softly.

"Somewhere I think you might like."

Within minutes, the cab pulled in front of Hatchard's, the oldest book store in London.

I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face as he helped me out of the car. He led me inside, past the famous café and displays and toward a sign and room that read "Signing Event Today!"