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Chapter Sixteen | PlaneXHotel

Last night was awkward as hell.

For me at least.

Why did the awkward things always involve Gilbert, at least involve the others once, universe, geez?

The sexual tension was higher than it ever had been and Gilbert wouldn't stop sending my playful winks and satisfied smirks.

Antonio made sure he didn't bother me while I packed and Francis helped me stuff everything in the suitcase I felt I needed.

It would've been better not to sleep until the flight but I needed my nightly pills and without the ones that made me sleep the ones for anxiety made me anxious for the first hour or so and I didn't need that after last night.

They helped drag my ass to their car and carried me through the airport.

The nonstop flight was nine hours, the one stop flight was eleven but depending on a layover and other factors it could last as long as thirty-three.

Obviously, we had the non-stop booked and should reach JFK, New York, by one in the afternoon, check into the hotel by three depending on traffic and get the rest needed until Saturday morning.

I laid out the schedule for the trio because they were better at managing time than I was.

They hadn't been in an airport for a while however and nearly missed the flight.

I was coming to much to my dismay when the captain spoke over the monitors.

"Too loud," I mumbled and snuggled in the blanket Francis had taken out for me.

We were in first class which was better than American first class and managed to get seats relatively close to one another.

Francis and I had aisle seats next to each other. Directly behind me was Antonio and at the end of the aisle was Gilbert separated from me by two other people.

The three fidgeted nervously explaining they couldn't get their' energy drinks' past security and were worried about getting too thirsty.

I pointed out they had water but they still complained.

So childish if you ask me, what's so special about their homemade drinks anyway?

I leaned away from the stranger on my left into Francis who wrapped his arm around me.

Antonio kicked his sit from behind and Francis turned around to glare at him.

Gilbert looked lonely on the opposite side of the aisle from me and pulled out his phone which he was immediately told to put away.

The flight took longer than expected to take off, as usual in my experience, and our plans would be pushed back an hour or two at least giving us even less time to rest at the hotel.

I'd looked up the hotel reviews, it was a five-star spot known for celebrity visits and we had a room with a jacuzzi on the balcony overlooking New York. I couldn't wait to see that at night.

I'd have to buy a bathing suit though because I'd neglected to bring mine despite the suggestion we go to the beach, Antonio had made.

I fell asleep on the rock hard shoulder of Francis who smiled lovingly down at me as I puffed quiet breaths. This didn't last as the plane took off and the turbulence in the first few minutes startled me awake.

I'd never get used to turbulence and Francis looked even more scared than I did.

He clutched the dude bars of the chair and I held his hand in comfort.