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The flight took off a few hours ago, about five more until we make a stop.

My feet have gone numb, barely any feeling. I want it to end already.

Longest flights I've been on are about four hours so this is not new for me.

I looked out the small oval window, only seeing the dark skies and grey clouds. Rolling the window shades back down, I stretched my arms in the air, putting them back down recalling there's other people in the airplane.

I chose to wear a dark brown hoodie and sweatpants the same color, the first thing I saw in my closet this morning.

The flight attendant rolls in the cart using the handle, pushing it towards the seats where a small family was seated.

He hands them two boxes of juice, moving further to the seats in front of them.

I really want mango juice.

He gets to our seat and I ask him for mango juice. Holding his hand out, I stretch my arm further over Ronan and take the two boxes filled with apple juice from him.

"Does he need anything?" The flight attendant whispers, signaling to the blue eyed man beside me who was fast asleep with a fleece blanket wrapped around himself. A book sitting on his lap.

He's been asleep ever since the plane took off, wonder when he's going to wake up.

"No, it's fine thank you." I whispered back to the flight attendant, he nods moving further to the seats in front of us.

I set down the box beside me in the plastic cup holder, glaring over at the book on his lap.

What does he even read?

I bring my hand over to his lap, quickly grabbing the book and noticing all the colored tabs sticking out.

He annotates.

His handwriting is so pretty.

Why can't my handwriting look like that?

I look through more, noticing all the small clear sticky notes in between the paragraphs.

After reading his annotations a bit, I set the book down on his lap once again.

I pick up the juice box, ripping the straw off the box and sticking it through the aluminum foil.

I take a sip of the juice, picking up my phone and entering my passcode. I feel someone's breath fan over my neck.

"Mango juice?" The harsh voice beside me spoke, as I turned my head and looked over at him his face was extremely close to mine.

I gulp, clearing my throat. "Oh, hey." Is all I say, I sound so awkward and nervous.

Why the fuck do I sound like that.

Ew.

"Didn't get me any?" He puts his hood down, revealing his messy dark brown curls.

I shake my head, furrowing my brows. "No, you get some yourself." I replied in a sarcastic tone.

"Yeah?" He glances over to the intact juice box to my right.

I pick up the other juice box, throwing it to him. He catches it with his left hand, his snake ring on his ring finger and the more simple ones on his other fingers.

His other hand however has none, you could only see his hand tattoos. I notice the small one of the spider by his thumb.

"Where did you get most of your tattoos?" I brought up.

"On my back." He answered, nearly almost done drinking all the juice.

I nodded, listening to him speak.

"Do any of them have meanings?" I continue the conversation.

"Some." He replies.

"Some?"

"Yeah, I already said that once." He argues.

I groan, "No I mean, like why would you even get tattoos that don't have any meaning to them?"

"Why not?"

I sigh, "Don't they stay on your skin for the rest of your life?"

He nods, "You talk quite a lot."

"You have a problem with that?"

"No." His voice lowers down.

"Good."

The remainder of my time on the plane felt like an eternity, I glanced over at him a couple times but we hadn't spoken.

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Almost a day had passed and we arrived at the designated hotel in New York.

I glanced around the large lobby room, examining the marble tiled floors which had a detailed circular carpet, on top sat a glass coffee table.

The walls were crowded with renaissance paintings, some more than others.

When I looked up, I noticed the amount of floors above me.

Every inch of the building had been detailed, it was so beautiful I couldn't take my eyes off it.

This hotel is huge.

After I stared around the place in awe, I averted my gaze back to the reception, listening to them speak.

The receptionist hands him the keys, he clenches his jaw. Grabbing them and walking towards me.

He looks tensed is he okay?

"What happened?" My brows knit together and we make eye contact.

"There's only one hotel room available in this whole fucking building." He explained, his voice growing more harsh as he spoke.

"Then sleep in the lobby." I look over to the couch by me.

"No." He immediately answered.

"Then what are we supposed to do?" I questioned.

"Share a fucking room."

I rolled my eyes in return and he walks forward to the transparent elevator beside the stairs.

I followed him inside, my hand gripping the luggage handle as the doors slid open, noticing all the other people in the elevator.

Walking to a more open space, I stood to the side of the elevator. It stops and the doors open, another group of people stepping out.

When I reached to the floor where my room was, I head out the elevator and walked over to the room.

Ronan followed behind, as he had no choice. Letting out a low sigh and taking the key out from the back pocket of his grey sweatpants.

He puts the key through the key way, twisting the silver doorknob to the right. The door swung open and I dragged my luggage inside.

Shit.

"There's only one bed." I said to myself in realization as the door shut closed.

"Oh." He replies, not seeming shocked in any form.

"Oh? You knew about this?" My tone in voice raising higher.

"Just sleep on the floor." He states casually, dropping his bags onto the ground.

"I'm not sleeping on the floor." I denied, zipping open my luggage to search for a towel.

"Neither am I." He said as a lopsided smile began to grow on his lips.

I clear my throat, "I'm going to take a shower." I throw the towel I spot over my shoulder, stepping over to the bathroom.

Once I'm inside, I close and lock the door. Quickly undressing myself and making my way to the shower, I slide the glass door closed.

I step out after a few minutes, putting on the robe and walking out of the bathroom.

I rush back to my suitcase, looking through it to find clothes to sleep in, and realizing I forgot them.

I stood up, switching my gaze over to Ronan who stood, leaning against the wall with one of his hands in his pockets while he's glaring at me, in the other hand was a black shirt he held.

"Do you have clothes I could sleep in?" I asked, looking up at his tall frame which was practically towering over me.

He throws me the shirt in his hands which I barely managed to catch and I walk back to the bathroom.

Changing into it, once it's on I notice how big it is on me. Larger than the other one he gave to me a couple days prior, it's past my knees.

I walked back out for the second time, sighing and my eyes meet his again, he's still standing at the same spot, except he wasn't wearing a shirt.

He eyes me up and down, a smirk growing on his lips.

Oh lord.

I run a hand through my nearly dry hair, walking over to the bed.

I pull off the white comforter, laying under them and putting them back over my bare legs.

A few seconds later, I felt a presence lay down a small distance away from me.

I turn to him to see him scrolling through his phone, his eyes lock with mine.

"Stay on your fucking side." I stated, turning to the opposite side.

"Why?" I felt him move closer to me, his breath fanning over my neck again.

I move farther away, my hand reaching the lamp switch and flicking it off.

As I shifted my position, I felt an arm wrap around my waist. Pulling me towards him, I could feel his cold rings through my thin shirt.

I part my lips to speak but immediately shut them instead.

His fingers trace over the cloth over my stomach back and forth, stopping and leaving his hand there.

"Just for tonight." He says, a tone above a whisper.

I hate that I like this.

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