(Y/n)'s POV
"Who are we gonna pick up today?" Anthony asked as we got in the car. He was videoing, and I smiled.
"Sebastian Stan himself." I replied, keeping my cool. Truth is, it's been months since I've seen him. I was jumping up and down like a little kid inside, overflowing with joy. Evans drove us to the airport, and I texted Sebastian.
-Hey Seb, you make it yet?
-About to land, actually. 4A.
I guided the duo to the spot, my heart pounding.
"I see him." Anthony said. I saw him too, and he sped up. I ran to him, practically tackling him in a hug. He chuckled, burying his head in my neck as his arms wrapped around me.
"(Y/n)." He said, letting it roll of his tongue.
"Sebastian. I missed you so much." I said softly, holding on to him. His hand stroked my hair lightly, and he kissed my cheek.
"God, I missed you too. I missed you since the day I left." He said, and we just sat there for a second, rocking slightly. I pulled back, taking in the wide smile he had. Tears we're in my eyes, and I wiped them away. He hugged the boys, coming back to me.
"I promise I'm not leaving for a while." He said. I hugged him again, smiling.
"You better not. You know why?" I asked.
"Why?" He asked. I leaned up, kissing him. He kissed back, and I felt a lot of weight and longing lift from my shoulders.
"Cuz I love your cute ass." I said, and he chuckled.
"I love you too, (Y/n)."
