Chapter Seventeen“I DON’T WANT TO GO home,” I said as I packed my bag for the afternoon flight I was supposed to board.
Cristian chuckled and slapped my ass. “Stop whining. We’re too old to run away together.”
I growled and pushed the top of the bag down, holding it with my knee while I zipped it up. “I hate leaving you. I’d hoped we’d have more time.”
“Fine.” I turned to see him typing. He was sitting in a chair in front of his bed, laptop propped on his knees.
“Fine? Just like that?”
More clicking and typing, a few silent moments, and then his face broke into a huge smile. “Just like that. I booked a ticket, I’m coming with you.”
I walked to the chair, took the laptop, and threw it on the bed. I straddled him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “You spoil me too much.”
He half sh
