ethma | e.d+e.c (completed)

twenty-two

Emma's POV:

"We're just on time!" I cheer as we step inside the airport and throw my hands up.

"That's like, very unusual for you," Ethan chuckles as he reaches out for my hand. I happily take it in mine.

"Fuck you," I grunt at him and pretend to be mad.

"I wouldn't mind," I snap my head towards him and see the smirk on his face.

"That was cringy."

"Yeah, it was," he admits and laughs, showing off his white teeth. Eventually I give in and feel myself smiling widely.

He pulls me closer by my hand and places a kiss on my cheek. I blush and look away from him immediately.

He swings out hands as we continue walking. "Oh, there's our flight," he points to a timetable, causing me to turn my head towards him.

"We're setting off in eight minutes."

"Let's sit," I say and drag him to a bench. He plops down next to me and our hands fall in my lap. I take the chance and start playing with his fingers.

"You're so cute," his voice chimes in and a smile takes over my face. "No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Fine." I look up to him to see him staring at me with a big grin. I interwine our fingers and snuggle my head into his chest.

-

"How much time do we have until we're there?" I ask him, getting nervous about meeting his family.

He obnoxiously holds up his watch. "We get it, you have a Gucci watch, no need to brag," I roll my eyes jokingly at him.

"You wouldn't be saying that when you have one."

I gasp and my head shoots towards him, "what?"

"Nothing," he quickly says, clearing his throat and pulling a goofy face after. "We have around an hour left."

"I'm nervous," I say to him, fiddling with my sleeve.

He puts a hand over mine, "Don't be. It'll work out perfectly."

"What if they don't like me?"

"Shut up."

"Make me."

He smashes his lips into mine as a quick kiss, before pulling away. I pout at the loss of contact.

His lips curve upwards, "don't tell me you didn't expect that."

"I was hoping you'd catch on, actually," I admit to him.

-

"Butter's kinda sweet sometimes."

"Thought you were a vegetarian."

"You can still eat butter."

"Cows got their tits jerked off for that stuff."

"They never had to die."

"Maybe it felt good."

"Probably did," I take a gulp out of my coffee.

We sit in silence for a little before looking at each other and bursting out laughing.

"How did we end up here?" I asked, causing him to wheeze.

"We're actual goals," he cockily says, as he shuffles in his seat, trying to make himself more comfortable.

He turns a little towards me and rests his elbow on the armrest. He places his head in his hand, simply just looking at me, smiling like a goof.