"You really had to wear that outfit…" I say, shifting in the plane seat as I watch your skirt ride up your thighs.

We're on a flight headed to Los Angeles. I just released my first solo album and I'm going to do a couple of interviews, so you wanted to accompany me. We've been together for about two years and our relationship is better than ever, although you really like to play with me.

You decided, for some reason, that putting on a skirt and a shirt, quite tight I must say, was going to be the perfect outfit for traveling on a plane for 11 hours. And get on my nerves too.

I know that you have these types of sexual fantasies that you want to fulfill before you die, and I am very happy about it, I really am. But there are a lot of people on this plane, and I'm a public figure... fuck it.

"I need you." I say looking at you deeply. "And I need you right now."