Kamaria
-Two months later-
Sitting on the plane heading back to London was different than how I expected it to be a few months ago. So much has happened in a short amount of time that it’s still hard to wrap my head around it all. I feel like this is just some sort of vivid dream and I’m waiting for my alarm clock to go off before I find myself in my small studio apartment, alone. The very thought makes me sad.
I’m drawn from my thoughts when I feel Brendon’s warm lips on the back of my hand. His fingers have been interlocked with mine for the majority of the plane ride. I look over to stare into his brown eyes that always mesmerize me no matter how many times I look at them. My happy place is right here lost in his gaze. He interrupts my cherished moment by reaching over and pinching
