you’re flying first class to australia from england. it’s a long flight, and you’ve somehow managed to strike up a conversation with almost everyone around you.

you’re wearing your tiny little shorts and a tank top, walking down the aisle of the plane, when a man grabs your wrist.

you look at who it is, frowning as you see it’s your ex. you raise an eyebrow as jacob looks up at you with his sweet puppy eyes, manipulating you into doing what he says. he’s always been good at that.