it was the night before the big flight. you and your french class were going on a field trip to paris, it was your first time leaving the country so of course you were excited. your bag was packed and you had been jumping with excited nerves all day.

your parents decided it would be easier, after clearing it with his parents, that you stay at your boyfriend, alex’s, house tonight as he lived closer than you to the JFK airport. thankfully his parents agreed, and since you’d been dating for a solid 2 and a half years, they let you sleep in his room with him.

you had also planned to sleep in the same bed in paris too, they didnt need to know that though.

both your bags were piled up by the front door, his parents having checked them while alex did some last minute packing. now everyone was asleep, but alex and you? you were still awake.

you were straddled on his lap, his hands respectfully on your hips as you both made out. it was bliss really, the way your lips molded together perfectly, the way the heat grew between you. it all felt perfect. all that could be heard is his fan spinning and the sound of lips smacking together.