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As I opened it up I covered my mouth in shock. One of the perfumes that I was smelling earlier was in the bag along with a gift receipt. I picked up the box and found a note tucked in the bottom of the bag, It read:

To the beautiful girl that i bought this perfume for,

Call me ;)

And beneath that was a number that I didn't hesitate to put into my phone. I quickly sent a text, thanking Sam but saying that it was too much.

Time to get on this fucking flight.

The flight was...eventful.

Basically no hate to Ethan but he is borderline dyslexic and accidently booked himself in seat 10b and me in seat 11d. Lets just say i thought it was hilarious and wasn't planning on forgetting it anytime soon!

Also, just my luck that when I found my seat, I was met with a mischievous smirk plastered on a familiar boy's face.

"You have got to be shitting me." This earned me a glare from a little girl in the row in front of us.

"Martha, what did I say about staring at people? It's extremely rude!" The mother figure said to her and mouthed a 'sorry' at me. I just chuckled and looked back at the perfectly sculpted boy sitting next to me.

Get a grip becca. I told myself.

"Where are you heading?" Sam asked and I turned to face him.

"Just seeing some friends, yourself?"

"Going home, I live in Marseille." He said and I explained that was where I was going to be staying for a while.

"This is Flight 208 from Heathrow to Marseille, From me and the rest of our crew this morning we wish for you a safe flight with us today" A tight lipped stewardess announced.

Sam and I continued casual conversation until we took off and I scrolled through my phone.I messaged a couple of friends and slowly found my eyes becoming heavy, as at this point Sam had gone to the toilet so I rested my eyes for a few minutes.

Suddenly I woke up from a quick nap by the plane shaking and realised that we had landed.

Not being bothered to move, I remained still but realised the intimate position Sam and I were in...

My head rested on his chest whilst his arm surrounded my body, his hand resting on my waist.

Afraid to turn around, I faked a yawn and shuffled into the inviting smell of cologne.

I heard a deep chuckle as Sam whispered in my ear "I think we're here."

"Already?!" I got up and turned to look at him.

"It's only a short flight, I'm surprised that you were able to sleep!"

"I can sleep anywhere." I exclaimed "Even on a super hot french boy that I just met." I began to stand up when I realised that Sam's hand remained on my waist. He noticed me looking at it but didn't bother removing it.

When I was going to ask him to grab my bag from overhead, another smirk appeared on his face.

"What?" I asked

He pulled me closer and I could tell by the mischievous glint in his eye what he was going to say.

"So you think I'm super hot?"

Luckily the sound of someone clearing their throat prevented me from answering his question.

Knowing full well who it was, I jokingly saluted Sam and slowly turned around to an irritated Ethan holding my bags . I took his attitude as a sign to follow him out of the plane.

You know that feeling when you step out of a plane and a wave of heat hits you? Well, we arrived in marseille in the middle of summer and I could already feel myself sweating! I immediately had to take off my sweater, revealing my strappy white top.

We received our bags and quickly made our way out of the airport, listening to 'Left hand free' By Alt-J on Ethan's airpods. He grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts, stopping on a name that brought back many unwanted emotions...

Ashton.