Jimmie and I lie side by side and chat about nonsense. He tells me there's another bedroom on the plane as sometimes one or more of the guys will have a companion when they travel. I'm not sure why, but I'm quite shocked at that revelation. I know they are all hot, famous, single young men, and probably have offers of sex on an hourly basis, but somehow I don't get that 'Groupie shagging' vibe from any of them. We discuss music, our favourite artists and genres, films we love and I'm surprised to find he loves a Rom-com, with Notting Hill being a favourite. I love that one too. He enjoys spa treatments, romantic picnics and days at the beach, and even loves to shop. Ideal man!
I wake up with a start, with the feeling of someone playing with my hair. For the briefest moment I am utterly disoriented and feel panicked before remembering where I am. I turn over with a grin to see if Jimmie is still next to me. If he's asleep I plan to tickle him awake. The smile dies on my lips as I come face to face with Yanni!
He is sleeping quietly, his mint green hair falling into his eyes, lengthy lush lashes fan his cheeks, his lips pursed into a pout. There's no denying he is a beautiful man.... on the outside at least!
An overwhelming urge to reach out and gently brush his hair from his eyes takes hold of me. I move the hair from his face and he stirs slightly making me freeze in place, my hand stilled millimetres from his face. He licks his lips and makes a low throaty groan. I am holding my breath, using this moment to study his features. Dark, thick, well shaped brows crown his closed eyes, lengthy lashes rest on the apples of his smooth soft cheeks, a very cute nose sits perfectly above the most sensuous mouth, full, plump pink lips with an amazing Cupid's bow.
I find with a shock that I want to kiss him! The breath I've been holding is expelled rapidly and I begin to remove my hand from its position above his temple as i recoil from the effect his sleeping face has had on me. I look back at his eyes and notice something is different about them. In the lift earlier I swear he had a small freckle beside his left eye. I can't see it now. I guess it must be on his right side as he is laying on that side of his face. I again look at his eyes and find them wide open and focussed onto my own! I gasp and attempt to move away from him but his arm shoots up and grabs my wrist.... hard!
"You leaving already? Shame. I thought things might just be getting interesting between us!" he goads with a smug grin.
"In your dreams Yanni" I spit, yanking my wrist from his vice like grip and rubbing it. I think that's going to bruise. Such strong hands!
I picture one holding a tangled fistful of my hair, the other on my neck. I can almost feel him squeezing, I feel breathless, lightheaded and if I'm honest, just a little excited! I hear a ragged breath and realise it has just left my body!
He props himself up on his elbow and looks intently at me, leaning closer to me, picking up a curl and twisting it in his fingers. In a husky low whisper he replies "And in yours too it seems sweetheart!"
I can hear the smirk in his voice and want to slap him so badly my palms are itching. He is such a bastard!
I think I might actually hate him.
"Fuck you" I tell him, flipping him off and getting up from the bed, pulling a hairbrush from my bag and beginning to drag it through my hair.
"Only ever in your dreams darlin'.... only in your dreams!"
I tut, puff out an exasperated breath and throw my hairbrush at him, irritated beyond belief that not only did it not hurt him but he caught it, raised it up to me in some kind of gesture of glory, thanks me and begins to brush his own hair.
I turn and leave the room mumbling under my breath what a complete arsehole he is, his laughter fading behind me as I get further into the main cabin.
I pass the sleeping bodies of Teddi and Parker and have to smile. Side by side, both are reclined in their seats, with flight pillows and fluffy blankets pulled up to their chests. They are holding hands on top of the blankets. They look so cute... I wonder if one of them is scared to fly?
I continue past them and make eye contact with Noah who is seated at a table with a book open in-front of him.
As if reading my mind he closes the book and tells me that Teddi is deathly afraid of flying but if holding someone's hand he is soothed. He feels especially safe with Parker and can even sleep if they are beside one another.
He gestures for me to sit opposite him and I accept the seat with a thankyou and a small smile. It is so comfy, soft enough to sink into, but firm enough to hold a body securely.
I notice Jimmie is curled up like a little dormouse, asleep on a chair a row ahead of us and frown. Noah notices and raises a questioning eyebrow at me while inclining his head towards Jimmie and asking,
"Problem?"
"I need to have words with that one!" I say, pointing an accusatory finger in Jimmies direction.
"I fell asleep next to him, but when I wake up I find the face of the person who hates me more than anything or anyone else in the world!"
"...Aaaaaandd?!" he questions with a cheeky grin
"And nothing!" I respond, leaning forward and smacking his arm in jest with a smile of my own.
"Well, unless you consider him catching me in the middle of touching his hair as something?" I admit, embarrassed and feeling a blush settle on my cheeks.
Noah let's out a huge and loud bark of laughter, waking Jimmie, Teddi and Parker! I try to shush him but it's too late. All three are sitting up, rubbing their eyes, Jimmie with his floppy hair stuck to his face, finger impressions on his cheek where he has obviously been sleeping on his hand. He looks just like a little boy, yawning and throwing his arms up into a huge and dramatic stretch.
He no longer looks like a little boy when the hem of his T-shirt rises, revealing a couple of inches of smooth, golden and firm abdomen. He catches me gawping and gives me a wink and I again feel a blush on my face.
"Like what you see Babe?" he teases with a chuckle.
"Very much" I blurt, the blush creeping further down my neck onto my chest, Jimmies mouth hanging open in shock, making me giggle.
"There will be plenty of chances for you to feast your eyes on this" he says whilst motioning down and outwards with both hands from his head, "I don't intend to wear anything more than swimwear for the next 3 months. You never know, if you're lucky I might wear less though, just for you. You only have to ask" he grins
"Is he always like this?" I ask nobody in particular
"ALWAYS!" Teddi tells me with a groan.
The next 12 months are certainly not going to be boring!
"I have a bone to pick with you anyway Mr" I say, pointing at Jimmie, who frowns back at me and spreads his hands in a questioning gesture.
"I fell asleep next to you, and woke up next to the devil himself! How the hell did that happen?"
"Yeah, sorry about that. Yanni can't sleep in a chair and gets really, REALLY cranky if he's tired, so when he came in to lie down and you'd fallen asleep I got up for him. I expected to be back to wake you sooner but fell asleep myself out here. Sorry! Was it awful waking up with him?" he asks, with what sounds like hope in his voice.
"No, not awful.... just..... erm.... surprising" I say as Noah smirks at me from across the table, trying to hide behind his book.
"Couldn't he have used the other bedroom?"
"No, Weeze is in there with Vin....." He looks at Noah and I'm sure I see an almost imperceptible shake of his head before Jimmie continues quickly... "
erm... no, Weeze is in there.... with an.... umm..... a migraine!?" the end of the sentence sounding almost questioning.
These guys have secrets. My 'journo spidey senses' are tingling! This is going to be one hell of a year!