An Illusion of Love | E.D.

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Kayla's P.O.V

It's funny how time works right?

One day you're a player. Fucking almost every guy you meet.

The next you're dating one of your own who turned out to be quite charming.

Charming in a sense of personality. Not in a sense of being fuck boy charming.

Now that is different.

"Ready?" Ethan questions as he leans his head on my shoulder.

"Always" I smile once I'm brought back out of my thoughts.

I intertwine both of our hands together before the flight finally takes off.

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Since we still had a couple more hours on the plane, Ethan decided to sleep.

I, on the other hand, remained awake.

Was I tired? Not one bit.

I actually felt energized.

Weird! I know.

I guess being with someone actually changes you.

And before anyone says anything, I know what you guys are thinking right now:

Kayla is exaggerating.

She is love-struck.

Maybe there was turbulence during her flight that caused her to lose her mind.

No, I didn't lose my mind, maybe I am love-struck and no I'm not exaggerating. Period.

I know we recently starting dating, well officially at least, but something about this relationship gave me hope for the future.

A future with him.

Him.

I turn my head to the side and admire the beautiful boy, who was peacefully sleeping in the seat next to me.

I seriously don't know how he does it.

He just simply looked adorable.

I watch him sleep for a while longer,  admiring him. (Not in a creepy stocker way of course.)

Admiring the way his whole body and muscles were loosely hanging on the armrests as he slept in the uncomfortable airplane seat.

That somehow he made work.

Admiring the way his hair sloppily fell down his forehead causing my attention to shift to his gorgeous hazel eyes that were closed shut.

His eyes were one of the most beautiful features of his I loved.

His breathing was calm and soothing as his chest slowly rose up and down every time he took a breath.