There's No Way

Four Seasons

[Shawn's POV]

"I didn't realize first class meant I would be too far away to snuggle with you," Camila whisper-shouted at me from her seat. She was technically in the seat next to me, but the large divider partition in between us made it nearly impossible to actually feel any type of actual closeness.

"Just watch a movie and try to fall asleep—we'll be there before you know it," I responded. She picked out a movie and sure enough, she was cuddled up into a ball with her seat reclined within minutes. I usually had a more difficult time falling asleep on planes, but fortunately I was able to get a couple hours of shut-eye throughout our time in the air.

I only knew Camila had woken up when I saw her small hand make its way over the partition that divided us. Even with her arm fully outstretched it just barely reached over to my side. I reached my arm over towards her, knowing it would be easier for me to reach that far than it would be for her. I held her hand in mine, gently caressing the back of it in small circles with my thumb. After a while, my shoulder hurt and my arm had started to fall asleep, but I had a hard time caring. The closeness to Camila felt too good to let go.

After another movie and one last failed attempt at a nap, the pilot finally announced that we were preparing to land. As the plane touched down, both Camila and I stretched out our sore limbs and began gathering up our stuff. Camila was giddy with excitement as we waited in the baggage claim area for our luggage.

"I can't believe you actually took me to Paris. I swear, sometimes I feel like you're too good to be true."

I smiled down at her. I contemplated responding verbally, but the urge to just reach down and kiss her instead won over. I put my hands on each side of her face before crashing our lips together passionately.

"Damn," Camila said after we finally pulled away from the kiss, looking around to see if anyone was watching. "You don't usually kiss me like that when there's so many people around," she said quietly.

"Well," I shrugged. "It's the city of love, right? I'm sure they're used to it."

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"Where to?" the driver asked through his incredibly thick French accent.

"Uh, the Four Seasons hotel. Hold on, I think I have the address here somewhere..." I said as I frantically scrolled through my emails on my phone.

"No need, sir. I know where it is!"

Camila looked over at me with wide eyes. I knew the look she was giving me, but I acted like I didn't anyway.

"What?" I asked.

"The Four Seasons? Isn't that like...ridiculously fancy?" She seemed nervous.

"Well you didn't think I was going to bring you all the way out to Paris just to have you stay at a Holiday Inn, did you?" I joked.