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Grey leads me to where the two of us are sitting, mostly away from the other guys because Grey doesn't like to be around them on planes.
We sit and wait for about thirty minutes and then we start taking off. Grey couldn't have a care in the world meanwhile I'm beside him freaking out.
I thought I was going to be excited and happy but being on the plane as it's floating up into the air is freaking me out.
Grey notices that. Of course he does. He notices everything even though I tried to hide it.
He places his hand on the side of my head and pulls me into his chest.
"It's okay, Lilah," he kisses the top of my head.
I drift off on his shoulder only to wake up again four hours later.
"Nice nap?" Grey questions and I sit up in my seat.
"Sleeping beauty has awoken," Oaklee leans his body against the seat across from ours. I peek out the window to the left of me and sure enough, we're up in the air. Duh.
"Grey look!" I point down at the mountains below us.
"Leave," Grey mumbles to Oaklee but I'm too distracted by the view out of the window to scold him for being rude. He places his hand on my thigh.
"We have about two hours left on here," he tells me. Plenty of time for more sight-seeing what's below us. I'm excited.
"Want to be a part of the mile-high club?" he leans into me and kisses my neck below my ear. That sounds like it's got something to do with drugs. But knowing everything and everyone on this plane, I can understand that it's not. But it's a club?
I think it would be nice to be a part of a club. Why not?
"Yes," I nod and he pulls away, looking at me with a gorgeous smirk on his face. He moves out of his seat and pulls my hand with him. He rushes to the very back of the plane.
I look at the guys who are sitting only in the front. They pay no attention to Grey and I.
"Where on earth are you taking me?" I question him. He moves past the bathroom and down a short narrow hallway. At the end of the hall, there's a door. He opens the door and closes it behind us.
I'm starting to think this club is nonexistent.
In the room, there's luggage everywhere. But not normal luggage. Gun luggage. Oh dear Jesus.
"Grey! Why the heck did you bring me here?" I place my hands on my hips. He locks the door and turns toward me.
"Because this is the only place that no one will come to," he leans down and places his lips against mine needily. I pull away out of breath.
The room is dark, barely lit up by some sort of light.
What kind of club is this?
He lifts me suddenly and places me on top of a counter-type ledge. He pulls his shirt off and yanks mine off after.
"Grey!" I gasp, "we arenotabout to have sexy time!"
"No one will hear us. And no one ever comes in here. The door's locked too."
"Still!" I whisper-shout.
"You don't want me?"
"No it's not that, I always want you-"
"You always want to have sex with me?" a smirk rises on his face and I roll my eyes.
