Thirteen

The months after Christmas break and James’s revelation passed in a hectic blur of finals, half of which I’m sure I failed. The longer I was at school, the more it became clear that it was not for me.

My only saving grace was James.

He visited me as often as he could, took me out on dates and dicked me down until we both were exhausted. And when he couldn’t visit, we texted constantly, he sent me food and gifts, and would stay up late on video calls helping me study.

School wasn’t all we talked about though. Between the studying and fucking, we managed to plan our first trip to Paris. When I had brought up going to Paris first, James had smiled and told me he’d take care of everything.

Which is how, after a brutal last final and a tearful goodbye to our parents, we found ourselves in first class on our way to the city of love.

The overhead lights dim and I snuggle deeper into James. We've been on this flight for eight hours already and still had another ten. I'm incredibly antsy