My Dad's Best Friend Is My Guardian.

Chapter 13

Wow, I've been up all night packing. Turning my head and leaning over on the floor to see my clock that's on the dresser, I realized it was 4AM.

"Agh!" My arm collapses under me and I fall onto my back.

Staring at my ceiling, I realize how nervous I actually was for this trip.

Why are we going so suddenly? Why was he so serious? Why the Netherlands?

As I was thinking about all these questions that kept floating around in my head, I started dozing off.

"Princess, wake up."

Groaning, I roll over and curl up into a ball.

My body still kept shaking so I opened one eye and squinted at the monster who dared to wake me.

"Hi beautiful lady." Tyler grinned and winked at me.

He already packed my zipped up suit cases but not the one I fell asleep next to that is still wide open, with the collection box on top.

"We leave in 5." He glances at the suitcase and winks before walking out of my room.

I glance at the clock realizing it was 5:30 and I only got a good 15-20 mins of sleep.

"Ughhh. I'm exhausted and this is lame." I groan out, just hoping he'll hear me from the distance.

Rolling my eyes, I stand up and stuff the last few things in this suitcase and zip it up. I pull the handle up and wheel it to my desk and grab my purse and set it on top of the suit case.

Running into my closet, I quickly change into a comfy pair of shorts and a big hoodie and slip on my tan birks. Grabbing the suit case and my purse I drag it down the stairs and to the car.

Ryan is organizing the trunk and back of the car with all our suitcases. When he reaches up, his shirt rises up and I can see some of his back. And the veins on his arms tense up every time he picks up a suit case and moves it over.

Every little innocent move makes me want to reach out and feel his arm or rub my hand up —

"I'm not sure if he'd appreciate your staring Princess." Tyler sneaks up behind me and snakes his arms around my waist and puts his head on my shoulder.

He starts moving some of my hair away from my neck with his nose. I can feel my body start to lean into him; my body isn't listening to the thoughts racing around my head. I just want to push him away and ignore him, but my hand starts to glide up his leg and I feel him tense up behind me.

My hands lingers on his hands for a quick second,
"Ha! You wish," I laugh and push him off me and walk to the car and set my last suit case by the back for Ryan to put in the car.

I glance back over my shoulder and I can see Tyler is frustrated.  He has his hands covering his lower area and he glares at me across the way.
I just giggle and wink at him.

I don't understand why he would think I would do anything with him in front of his dad—

I mean anything with him—

Why would he think I'd do anything with him.

I get into the back seat and grab my headphones from my purse and plug them into my phone. After putting my headphones in my ears, I turn the volume up all the way.

This is going to be a long ass drive to the airport.

We boarded the plane and I have the window seat, sitting next to Ryan. Tyler is sitting a row back next to an older lady.