“I promise.”
Giving them a final hug, we say our goodbyes and go inside the departures hall.
Sebastian grabs a hold of my two suitcases.
“I can carry those myself,” I tell him, knowing they’re pretty heavy.
Packing for six weeks in Europe during the fall was difficult. Sebastian told me it can be anything from summer heat to full-on storms during September and October.
Therefore, I had to pack a little bit of everything, resulting in way too many coats and shoes, which weigh a lot.
“I got it,” he grumbles under his breath, rolling the luggage in front of him as we move inside the airport.
I hurry after him, his pace fast, as if we are in a rush, when in reality, we have plenty of time before our flight leaves.
“Have I done something to upset you? Or are you just extra moody today?” I ask him, feeling like I’m pushing his buttons.
Sebastian is usually quite cheerful, like me, but whenever we’re alone, he’s more broody, which makes me wonder.
Maybe I do annoy him, and he’s regretting ever offering to help me.
I’m not one to leave anything unsaid, though, so if I’ve done something that irritates him, I’d prefer for him to just tell me.
“I’m just not looking forward to a long flight,” he says, finally looking over at me and losing some of the tension as his eyes find mine.
He really is beautiful.
His hair is a golden-blonde mix, with light brown peeking through. Over the summer, he’s gotten a nice tan and let his hair grow, making him look a little more rugged around the edges.
I freaking love this look on him.
The young boy I grew up with has definitely grown into a man.
Now, he’s also sporting a backward hat, which really shouldn’t be allowed this early in the morning.
He probably doesn’t want to get recognised, being the superstar footballer that he is, but still.
My lady parts could do without the backward hat.
“Okay, then.”
We decide to get some food in our system and buy some snacks for the flight before we find our gate.
“Do you have my ticket?” I ask him, realising that Sebastian has arranged everything for this trip.
The flights, my accommodation, transport, everything. I’m just the passenger princess on this journey, which I’ll enjoy every second of.
He hands over my ticket, and when our fingers brush, it’s like I’ve been shocked by his touch.
I quickly pull my hand back, not wanting him to see the effect he has on me.
I really need to get a hold of this attraction to him if I’m not going to make a complete fool out of myself for these next six weeks.
When I scan the ticket, I see we’re flying business class. I’m not really surprised, seeing as Sebastian always does, but still. It’s nice to have a pleasant ticket when being stuck on a plane for almost ten hours.
“Pulled out the big bucks for me, Sebastian? I’m honoured,” I tease him, nudging his shoulder gently.
“Like hell I would fly anything other than business when the flight is ten hours. I wanted to get a private jet, but Luke talked me out of it.”
